To each our own we undoubtedly go,
look into my eyes, and meet my friend... demise.
Mentally regurgitating all the things that come to mind,
reciting and repeating it until reading it makes me blind,
to present it to a reader who may like it or may not,
deciding whether or not it's really worth it to take a shot,
will it rhyme or will it flow to me is trivial at best,
all that matters is that i write and write and write and get it off my chest,
we all want to create something that we can call our own,
all it takes is one little suggestion, and boom. proportion blown,
meditate on it or stare at a wall, find out what the answer is to 2 + 2,
don't, and i mean don't ever get stuck in the prisonly walls of you,
music helps some people, melody and rhythm mixed with soul,
resist those negative urges trying to fill up that internal hole,
instead let in what you so desperately deprave, that connection you're so sick of,
the next time you're in your mental cave, know that all i have for you is.......
::writers block::
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