They said these days would feel cold
When I would feel all alone
With no where or no one to call home
Just me, myself, and I
Sitting exhausted on a throne.
In my personal wing
Manifesting things
No longer hearing the dings
My bells he no longer rings
So consumed with other things.
Distracted from the best show
So upset and bothered
I must excuse myself and go
Throw away my expectations
Naive to the list I’m longing for and waiting
Past impatient
Emotionally I’m done waiting
Contemplating escaping
Deliberately debating
This procreation and relation.
Hesitant to say the least
Bored and under-appreciated
Restrained on a leash
But who I am breaks free
I left before
So what about me?
Secretly in silence
Suffering and fighting
No longer excited
My ego is ignited.
Damn.
