Eternal Pain

20

I know no one likes a complaining attitude

So here I hide my sort of rant book

Cause thinking about life always leaves me shook

The paradoxes, the injustice and everything it took

In return to give a few blessings to keep you hooked

While for a lucky few it showers gifts even after they hit snooze

Some losers like me, drown myself in music and booze

But hey, at least I can write poems, what about those who can't

How can they express what's in their mind and what they want

The feeling of a life without art, a desert full of sand

Without any oasis to help you withstand

The trials and tribulations thrown by life's hand

Writing this to a beat of a freestyle in my mind

But the words are completely different and new, so I don't mind

"Come, breakfast is ready" my mom reminds

While to the better and worse days my mind rewinds

Everything is good in life, but I don't feel that great

I focus on what I lack instead of what I have, need to change that state

But the human mind isn't easy to program, and I hate

How long it takes to shift a thought or belief, try giving it a date

I'm crazy, my mind always trying to stand beside death's gate

I've got much more of life left though, I should probably work on my gait

If only there was a way to earn from these rhymes, tell me straight

Blessed are the rappers who can make such flows and get paid

And get loved and get listened to, even if some will always hate

I mean it was my dream, but I quashed it under incompetence

And the lack of a path and vision increased my intolerance

Of waiting on a dream that I don't know how to make real

Music's never a one man show, and one man is all I had to make it go

Some day I might find my team, and I wait until then

Just trying to get thru life meanwhile, until I get to the point of zen.