𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓝𝓮𝓮𝓭

From all the second guessing

He hasn’t learned his karmic lesson

Trying my hardest to respect him

His journey has his mind conflicted

Triggered the act of the small chicken

& From this cycle I feel sickened

The constant spinning, turning, and dipping

Swerving outta control

Release the wheel

No longer

Holding in our issues

I can save you

But I can’t pretend to

Be okay with this self infliction

I’m happy to uplift him

But for now

Nothing I can do with him

Allow the Universe more time

To finish sifting

The storm I cannot stand

Murder the boy

Save the man

I know you genuinely are

Wishing on a star

& I’m not sure if I am to remain here

Or take my loving way far.

From you . . . . . . .