![]() FlatlineA Poem by Connor Veenstra![]() A set of lyrics I wrote on a particularly contemplative day.![]() Verse 1: Four o’clock, I wake up And wait til the alarm goes off, My thoughts race so quickly that I’m not thinking at all, I get up, I’m supposed to, as the lukewarm water falls, My once dry clothes are soaked to the bone, but I can’t feel them at all, Chorus: I’m driving just to waste gas, Going anywhere but here, Listening to Johnny Cash, With no one around to hear, I sit still and pass by a world that’s leaving me behind, They laugh, they cry, They jump, they care, they fly, But I flatline Verse 2: I walk through my home without knowing where I am, With this grey cloud in my head it’s any wonder I still care, My family is speaking to me and I barely hear the sound, Been underwater for weeks and I still have yet to drown, Walk around half dead, I just listen to the silence in my head, Don’t even bother looking at the sky, And even if I did it’s under grey clouds, so why even try? (Chorus) Bridge: The ticking of the clock is the tempo of my life, The fire in my heart is embers and they have long since died, In the novel of my day-to-day I can’t even read the lines, But when I lay back down in bed, I find that’s fine. That’s fine. Just fine. (Chorus) © 2018 Connor VeenstraAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthor![]() Connor VeenstraAboutI'm an amateur writer/poet/creative type looking to get some critique on his work. more..Writing
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