How do you train your mind to focus on what truly matters?
How do you contain your happiness and triumph your laughter?
How do you accept the constant loss and nonstop shock factor?
How do you have peace when you're forced to be a human raptor?
Sometimes I don't even recognize myself in the before or after.
This just another example of my constant brainstorming.
It's a category five when I wonder if I'm coming or going.
You can only imagine the storm when I wonder who insides you're in.
Worse than thunder how my blood starts roaring
Knowing I have priorities more important
I can't help myself when my mind starts soaring
Nothing more rigged than this game of life, the devil constantly scoring
I write my feelings for the ones who feel it, keep scrolling if it's boring
I'll keep filling the cups that n my pouring
Everyone won't understand or feel this flow
Until you experience life some things you won't know
I've been numbed out so long my feelings don't show
My boat rushing down a river with no paddles to row
I've reaped so much good in my life I can't wait for the sow
Do you feel me though?
Stuck in place.. don't know where to go?
Repeatedly seeing potential no matter how many ugly faces they throw?
If nobody feels you, I do fasho.
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