 | Things transpiring slower than usual Yet at the same time going to fast for me to follow Don’t know what’s happening am just going with the tide Am scared but somehow don’t see the need to hide Whether am driven by confidence or most likely by fear Something’s telling and urging me to get out of here
So close to the surface i can smell the fresh air But I cant see the way out, this is hardly even fair Am getting tossed and turned and pushed about Becoming so frustrated am about to shout Ma minds now clouded., I cant find no more rhymes I’m lost in a black hole we call time |  |