It's not writer's block, it's just me on the block, got my heart on lock, can't seem to shake it off, dreams I have broken, one by one, watching them go away with the setting sun, watching days turn to nights, as i tremble cutting off the lights, losing focus losing sights,a daydream away from another broken heart, where do i start, so far apart,another car crashing sublimely, but i can only confide in me, setting goals setting marks to make, nothin left to take,saying prayers for each and every mistake, still the same but ever changing, still my self just rearranging, self inventory, that's the story, with rhyme and lot's of reason, i see a new horizon, a whole new season, but it's not jus me i am going to be pleasin...
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wait who's keeping time, who's keeping score, set my sight's on what i really want, what i really need, how to own it, how to succeed, not sayin everything is going to be sugar sweet, i know there's a world of battles to defeat, just doin my part to start, because after all i made this mess, i must confess, so now it's time to make it right, step back analyze, allow my promises to God make realize, it's where I need to be, and not only be true to others but be true to me......
