Nursery Rhyme

I doubt I could actually make a nursery rhyme, Everyone has a basic one in their head, this is what was in my head.

Why can’t I make the perfect nursery rhyme,

More then just passing by time.

Perfecting the words, to say to harmonize like chimes,

I want to do better than the most average of guys.

But I’m stuck in this loop, of criticism of my own body and mind.

No doubt that I can still do better, then you’d expect of my shattered thoughts, I’ll win this with a two of a kind.

I was told my poetry was natural, and smooth like it deserved better, then just personal evaluation of time.

Observing all to seek, but never anyone to ever go out and meet, has left me capable of understanding, all there’s in my reach.

I wish to do something like sailing, out to the sea, and go back out, to capture pictures of my memories on the beach,

I know that for everything I do, that there’s so much more to go out and seek.

But I must beware all these people, who would just consider me, another one of those freaks,

I won’t be tempted, I won’t be trampled, for these days, I’m standing on both feet.

Even if I act quick, I won’t lose track, of which obstacles are in front of me.

Drunken rage, might lead to a great escape, I won’t make another mistake, the rewards will be mine to reap.

At the end of the day, I’ll be sitting back, and just sipping on something, smooth to drink,

While you realize that I’m simply, drinking from the kitchen sink.

But beware, life will be over, before you get the chance, to sit down and blink,

So do me a favor, and live life, and try not to overthink.