Writing When i write i feel alive, I become the piece My thoughts begin to thrive I am at peace The piece begins to flow I work thing out in mind #lifes troubles become less of a woe I find the answers i have been wishing to find Writing means the world to me If i didnt write i would go insane Writing offers me a world to see It isnt always about the fame

She She was in love or was it lust Did she tell him or did she let her chance turn to rust Will she ever be happy Her mirror calls her flabby Just puts on a smile But runs a mile Back to the safety of not knowing Where the winds are always blowing

He He looked up into the sky hoping for better But the clouds closed and he just got wetter This man is down on his luck Not that anyone gives a fuck All he needs is a buck or two And to go back and change the chances he blew

Road 2 It hit me hard last night A passion I continue to fight Off on my travels before my #life unravels My job, my money everything that's unfunny Nothing seems to be giving me a drive Nothing is making me feel alive Out on the road I must venture Before people start looking at me even stranger

Road I must get back on that road again. I must explore some more. Find the things I'm looking for. Break down some doors Crash on some floors look at the world the way a child does Never once being sucked in by love I must, I must get back on the road Before I corrode