What if I told you I'm a writer?
These verses of myself, I'm not sharing them to preachers
What if I told you questions are better listeners
And answers are distracted from the quietness I have
Is it that my demons told me to behave?
Was it the fact that I never closed a deal with a publisher?
Why I'm not the proprietor of a chain of thinkers?
Am I the victim of art, can't go out of the frames?
They put guidelines on my flows, whenever they failed to construct a dam
For I shall be a river, not the canoe on the bank
If I could tell my ex that I love her to the moon and back
What if I told you I kinda love the crazy life?
What if I told you breathe is just a cube, and He is going to roll the dice
Why I keep on crying every time I go to the Church?
Is it because Ma and Pa ain't coming back from that trench
Now I'm a victim, righting my own pain
DEMON : You good?
ALPHA : Yeah, I'm good
- Alpha
Woow, it put me in suspense
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautifully and cryptic ally written it has kept me in thought. That's what I like, something that provokes thought. You did that, your art did that. 👌
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