It’s weird…. I can feel a change comin’ like a storm’s brewing.
Fearful of this change, but unconsciously I know not what I am doing.
I’m better than this. I shouldn’t feel this way.
Should just count my losses and fight another day.
It can’t rain all the time because the sun is bound to shine.
I try to rise but I still am being choked by weeds and vines.
It’s almost as if I no longer have a purpose, no objectives, no mission.
One day, it’ll all make sense rather than me just wishin’.
My body’s gone cold and my soul numb.
I’m wandering like a nomad who doesn’t know where he’s from.
This isn’t me. I’ve never felt like this.
I’m consumed by hate, forged by rage and bound by anger. Isn’t ignorance bliss?
Gone is the smile, a shell of his former self.
I’ve lost a step or two, qualities that keep me from being top shelf.
It’ll come back to me, if that’s my destiny.
I’m worthless, no value like a tarnished penny.
I will regain my life and goals.
Destined to roam the Earth like dead souls.
I’m back on my hustle regained some of my focus.
A fluke this is not, no tricks or hocus pocus.
Gone to the world only to make a triumphant return.
Stubborn in my ways, even the hard headed learn.
He’s coming back… hate it or love it. You just have to deal with it.
Pyro, earthquakes, various natural disasters. Do you hear it? I can sense a presence not seen in a while. Can you feel it?