Provide a clearer description in brief self notes awaiting unnecessary fallout
Notebook filled with dead ends but bright street lights so pretty
Short lived, empty tank, nothing to give, so scatterbrained, failure predictable
Losing words in bad moods transferring over to shiny moments opponents happy
Trying to trap me, fortitude increasing, encouragement unceasing I’m up
Instrumentals and poetry, heavenly feeling upon sup
Paper skies clearing up.