By Arcassin Burnham
Christmas lights stayed fried , no bright eyes,
learning everyday how the soul maneuvers,
shifting everywhere without a care , am I real ?
I'm burning ,tired of being broke,
tired of losing hope,
tired of looking shy in front of people then a joke,
sleeping on me sheeple only gone hurt you,
my feeling are tucked away in another realm,
floating with the fucking clouds,
kinda where my soul should be,
knowing everything is just a memory,
I now feel at peace with self , I thank me,
i thank God.
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