I feel like quotin' fuckin Tony the tiger
I hit a situation
a perspective
maybe
maybe that's fucking all
that and my needs were partially met
used to being empty or full
so tired of the extremes,
in my growth I've been rarely full, if at all
still checkin reality tho
black balloons and other art props
I have sittin' in my room
my abode that's one less
a bare tiptoe
to no room at all
I gotta keep at it
I'm a yin and yang with my self hate
I'm a yin and yang with myself and my mental
I have to hold myself off because my love is dismal
so many words, I cant remember
but I'm checkin my tempo
one comes to mind, and she's beautiful
she comes to mind
because she's an innocent flower
in my barren lands
she comes to mind because she's lost petal and I've dried up sand
and she comes to mind because I've no fertile land
and she comes to mind because it's too soon too tell, my own want is raving
mad
and she comes to mind because its inappropriate, and right now
that's who I am.
©modoro
M