Don’t let my doubts give a bad reputation
My flaws are vile in need of cleaning, sanitation
At this point, I probably won’t get a bronze medal or ribbon for participation all this precious time a foolish man carelessly wasting instead of focusing my mind floating bent spacing
Carpet damaged by excessive wear and tear pacing
Some nights I’m not sure, swear indignation will be what I’m facing
Like God’s mercy given to me is disrespected defaced when
I wake up on repeat.