when i lose appetites
a beat, preferably grimey, has wanting to speak
even into the unknown
futures aren't predicted
despite what our foundation had laid on
I'm lost despite I know where i missed it
regather, like a nomad looking past after
his dinner, wondering how to build above brain matter
I tried to wonder way past that bang’s blast
To the origins
But I only want to know where the tracks that send
Me into the style called happiness
It’s a trap, I’ve only held it for a split second
Before I relapse and let collapse tear threw my mid section
So I withdrawal, more ways than one
You’d think you’d know the outcome
Still, I have more chin than anyone wanting to give in
I’ve prayed, but only myself I’m believing
That can turn corners, never cut
I’ve tried that once, my wrists still allow me to portray
This heart felt touch
Like a kiss or a look back like this is that and this is what I thought as much