I need to think, without much noise,
To clear my head, away from toys,
I feel so faint, because of paint,
To save my brain, I’ll leave my gains.
The truth is raw, it holds not back,
The sand of thoughts, caress my back,
The fate I hold, released and stacked,
I curse this fold, I won’t be told.
The sun is out, so why the pout,
The air is thin, your lungs go dim,
The sweat you feel, because of heat,
Enjoy this bliss, you seem to kiss.
I’ll lick the cream, beyond the ice,
My time is short, so don’t be Paul,
I give a damn, about your call,
It’s not my style, so take my file.
It’s not my day, so walk away,
I’ll trash your smile, so do this mile,
I need to vent, because my strength,
Has got me mad, it’s why am sad!
By Julius Fa