A Song

It's been awhile, but I've slipped into that state again. Where I feel like I have endless energy, and my mind sees no break insight for my body to rest. I used to really like this part of me, but nowadays I'd prefer to just be stuck in that anxious middle period between mood swings. Anyways, because of this, I'm always extra prolific, and I've been stuck in an artistic block so thinking positively! This came out of it. I'd thought I would share it, and actually post on the forums that I'm always on and off of.

Through the streets of Seattle
Through the parks of New York
You'll find we'll have addled
And made simple a chore

Feel like you ask the wrong questions
Feel like this depression been resting
Feel like my whole life has been
Only living when the insides weren't messin

See I've often been here before
Where I'm not my King anymore
I still know of how the sorrow
Takes over tomorrow, and sours all the love we borrowed

On the beat of a street band
Through the slums of Rio
You'll find I'll have aged a man
And turned you from me oh

Feel like I lessen my presence
Feel like I'll be stuck outta heaven
Feel like when I'm at my worst
The world preferred that I slept in

See I've often been here before
Sat on the floor gloomy and bored
I still know of how the sorrow
Takes over tomorrow, and sours all the love we borrowed

Thank you for sharing your song.

Very nice. Thanks for sharing.