37th & PittsburgA Poem by Ty37th & Pittsburg
I'm sure thoughts are heavy, staring through the window at the rain.
Day dreaming and sleep, counting sheep just ain't the same. D Scratching at every subconscious wall, screaming for help. Dot said, it's a long-life battle within yourself. I'm wondering if I could even identity the emotions I've felt. D And may I say, 24 hours when we wake to seize the day. Staring down the fork in the road, choose which way to take. D Building barriers and shields for mental protection, Analyzing the inner most lessons. I noticed the deflection and inner rejection. Internal conflicts and messes. D Introspection affecting us.
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