40 days of extradition
ask to Her, receive permission
wishin,
the world was easier to deal with at times
rhymes
fill I heart, and I dart to release -
the paper starts blank, and I think an idea
the hand moves to crank, time to make it all clear
fear,
is poured, straight out of I veins
as words release, this blue inner pain,
as well the reign, of an overworked brain
The Train
is started, by an idea, but then it starts a rolling,
kinda like you have control, when the ball’s in-hand, you’re bowling
but then you release it, and does everything change
realize the emotions had a varying range
and with the pins down, its easy to see
that She had some control, between there and me
so I crank off a tune,
and I howl at the moon,
remembering 40 days of life,
each one did I learn,
brain fat did I burn,
as the train, cuts days, like a knife...
