Without a path away from mental clutter, darkened skies reign
Impressed and shocked in moments loneliness is revealed, assigning importance is work
Wish to stay where I am but I know this cycle isn’t any good, unknowns haunt uncertain footsteps away
Maybe a few cold glasses of water and a blunt in solitude will aid navigation, or maybe they’ll just fool me for a while
Can’t talk my best friend because I’m not completely certain if I am by choice or default, convenience
Walking, talking, question mark these days
Oh these downpour days.
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It’s not like I want to walk into the nearest ocean, I’m just tied in knots feeling without purpose
Tired of retail jobs where being abused is fine, customer is alright fuck my state of mind
Commanded to walk with broken knees brittle toes, in pointless circles
Swear I’m unproductive daydreaming of a trigger based release, forfeit instead of suffering in increasingly dark evenings
So maybe a bowl or two before my journey, holy people gone for a month plus week to find internal strength afterwards banishing all weak
Walking, talking, question mark these days
Oh these downpour days.
