Confusion swirls in me like cesspools
Blocking the natural flow of me
Not letting me be
Looking deep inside for somewhere I belong
Do I belong here?
Why can’t I get lost inside the comfort of my own soul
There is no rest… for the wicked
Thanks Ozzy
Fuck you
I’m not wicked
Not in the conventional sense
Im not usually the kind to feel insecure
But we are talking about my life
The rest of my life
It’s a long winding road with so many turns ahead
I just wanna have fun
There are ants on the counter carrying away pieces of my heart
Collecting them
Serving them over to a queen who could care less that they were slaves
At least my queen wants to see me happy
Even on these days when I’m conflicted her love shines
I need to see the ocean soon
I need to let all this go on the waves
Like the waves
My soul is like the waves crashing on the beach
Letting go of all that troubles me as I flow on good vibes from the Universe
I’ll feel better tomorrow
I always forget what troubles me
There is a single ant on a leaf of the bambo plant
Do you think he gives care that he’s standing on the edge?
Why should I?
