As I sit here, I feel cold and pain.
I can’t help where I stand, but I guess that’s part of the ache.
I’m making a blanket to show my growth and to be warm,
But as it gets longer, I’m wondering if I’m at square 1 or 4.
Feelings are meant to be felt, but people hold them back.
There’s usually a reason, because they know they can’t be reckless.
Life is short, so shouldn’t you take your shots?
But what if you’re too reckless and shoot aimlessly?
Shouldn’t you prep it first?
If you don’t, are you considered a fool,
Preaching to the masses, like some kind of tool?
In the end, life is short, but you have to be precise,
If you find something’s wrong, you can’t take the end of the knife.
Sometimes, it’s good to let things go, unsure of how people feel, don’t you think so?
Perhaps I’m scattered brained, and think too much,
But I’m trying to navigate life too, isn’t it such,
A hard knock, every time you knock it gets harder,
To be confident, and strong, and in time,
You reel back, and aren’t both at all,
because you realize you fire off way too much.
Maybe you should think before you speak,
But then again, what filter is there? Isn’t that bleak?
And you feel like you should speak, but you know it’ll hurt,
Someone around you, so you desert.
The only one who should be hurting is yourself, you figure,
Not anyone else, not your family, or friends, not even lovers, that’s a bad picture.
Writing down what you think doesn’t make it bad, it vents you,
Helping you distinguish the good from the bad, too.
I can talk about it all day, but god damn, is it cold.
Sometimes you gotta learn, before you get old.