Searching for something to say... still the beat in my head replays..
she’s with me when I sleep, but where in the day does she stay?
the skies are blue... but could be grey....she said. “ you look like a sun ray..
tonight with me stay?.. Only when my eyes are shut do we play..
when i wake i know she won’t be with me here today.. still.. it’s okay...
imaginary women look better thru screens.. away from the brush i can’t ween..
goals have no time for heartbeats.. it’s hard enough to find beats..
you keep my hands moving.. i hope im improving...
i hope i can be moving... by force i keep it moving..
to who are you proving? things need to be asked..
why are our faces covered?.. why are we masked?
in the light we should bask...”ohh” now another task...
guess tasks become chores... chores become eyesores...
eyesores become scores... why can’t we settle?
the temperatures rising and steam is coming out of the kettle..