Word

 

If I didn’t say a word for the next hrs to come

If I sewed my lips and heard and just took in

What would It mean? am perplexed

Voice within or voice without

Balance is the wanted crown

I chose to stay stuck

Don’t try to follow my internal crux

I know but I un-know it

I got to speak but choose to ignore it

Delay, follow the flow, let it be

I put these chains out in my feet

Move on or stay, what does it even have to say?

Internal compass guides me through

Then I hit myself with all the blues

Choices made, over weight crushing

I tend to bury myself and make me go rushing

Irony I meet in me, words I try to keep

I am a human, I am designed to fall on my feet