Let the day slip
Let it slide
Why not just give in
Pay for one more
Overpriced
Taxi ride
Fall short
Give in
No matter
What
State your in
You have to keep up with the city
Or it will flatten you
Leaving you thin
And brittle
Unstable
And dwindle
I’ll hang on
Give it all
For my bones will hold thick
Not allowing me to fall
Trash dumps filled with leftover garbage
Garbage bags filled with pieces and puddles
These puddles draw out into spaces
Spaces filled with black remains
Stains upon white napkins
Akin to other refuse piled in lumps
The waste collects from experience and form
From all the toxic air and electricity
Running from head to toe
Upon this I know that I have a polluted mind
Taken away from the productive line
Filled with worries of which I have no control
Over the flow of my life and the rhythm in which I live
Overflowing with fears of a new life lived
Why is the mess a strong figure in my eye
It takes away from the blue in the sky
Filling it with murky uncertainty
Certainly I can change this inhabited space
With the greener liking
A space where life can grow
Leaves fold into the soil and build life anew
I must push forward and never look back
Pack all that I have and journey to greater lands
This is my challenge to set free
The chaining’s of the must terrible kind
And let the trees and flowers bloom
Replacing my contaminated mind
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A Cup of Songwriting 