Untitled Song
• Written by QM
Sit back, relax, while I spin webs like Charlotte
Sip Gin and tonic in goblets hit chronic in spliffs
gone is the brain, the brain is gone, break
of dawn and I've rolled my sixth joint
by this point, go to bed at six and wake up
at six nine-teen PM even seven sleep in
in bed where my head is on futures of fiction,
put on College Dropout have a listen, wishing
my story to be told in all traditions, glory
reaffirmed by my denied omniscient, I'm
missing the days of wishing on stars hard
and knowing you'd go far. Back then 5'5 was
like ten feet tall, now I'm 5'5 wishing I can be
tall, can be all I can when I feel I've wasted
who I am? And am I then, nothin it's a tough
thought but it ought to swim around for an hour,
maybe if I burn another flower, burn another raw,
take my mind off? Naw. These essential existentials
trace my brain like pencils and stencils, as I seek
to craft art before I stop the last start.
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QM
Member since February 10 2015