The Burgandy of hollowed dreams
Yesterday I screamed, out of no where it seems
To be in the light I reached
And ask the pawn I seek, relentless chores every week
A day goes by, wasteless in time
A tear closed eye, written down in rhyme of
Songs too old, and colors too bold
Tales I have forgotten, Too many new stories to be told
I kind of react to all the things I lack
Like loading 15 tons just to break my back
And feel the pain of all my thoughts mundane
Can I reach that point, that I don't know what I'm saying
Put my pen down, think for a minute
I had this dream, but couldn't tell if you were in it
Should I tell myself, it's all just a lie
And pop the ballons of little kids walking by
Then tell 'em a story, days of my youth
Laddled in glory, but still stretch the truth
I could say, what I say, they wont be listening
About pops on the floor, drunk and twitching again
Nowhere to be found was the sound all around
Parental figures were like a cat chasing a hound
That shit just aint happening, only on the weekends
Crying cause you're hungry, no one to be feeding him
Life is still a journey, in your hands it rests
Emotions, I'm still learning, like it's all one big test
Keep your head up, and look str8 at the ground
If they ask you wassup, tell 'em "I'm going downtown
To look for a job, that I wont get
Or someone to rob, have you seen them yet?"
It's funny how the answers evolve into problems
See how the cancer eats away all the squabbles
Nothing left but the silence, proud moments still intact
Everything turns into violence, no time to do the math
Will you just shut up? Will this thing ever end?
That time we played kiss and make up, I never thought you were my friend
So, now I will end what it is I have started
Will be back a time again, so long for now I have departed
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