I ponder why I am doing what I do, and what it has cost me along the way. |
-Lately- by Keaton Foster Lately I try And as I do More of me Seems to die To you These Are just words Summarized Nonsensical Alpha numerical Constructs Over your head Leaving most of you In the deepest end Wondering What did I just read What does it mean How could this all be Sending me replies Sir, with a pen You are madness You are sadness What you said Makes no sense Lends no difference Your words are trash Bashing God above Embracing the devil below Letting us all know That you dear man With too many ideas Are unequivocally insane Time and again The messages Are as above For mentioned I never know How to reply So often I don’t I just continue on A man with his plan Writing out my days Telling this world Even if they refuse To listen and understand As to why Lately Increasingly I fear that I’ve become Sort of lost Slightly off track Why I’m really here Seems somewhat unclear I just know that I am The page calls me home Each new day And every dark night I sit right here Looking at A blinking indicator Beckoning me Say something Spell it all out Immortalize yourself Via these cruel words Care not for feelings Be unafraid Of the consequences Just fill the damn page Make them all say What could it mean How is to all be How could he write Such emotional havoc Confined within Such poetic prowess Lately I feel like I’ve Sort of lost it The truth and purpose I feel like I can’t Or won’t be able to do it But time and again Here I sit The blinking cursor Screaming fill the page Do what must be done Even if you feel you can’t Sit there all night Sit there every damn day Blend one to the next Sleep even less Until all of your ideas And world melt into one Care less of what they say Just dare not betray The curse of your ways Write until nothing is left Even if forever Is what it takes… Lately Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |