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Its been a while..

Hey, how are you,
how you doing ?
need a shoulder,
people are booing ?
don’t worry
they’ll go silent
you just don’t get violent
its been a while since you’re bearing load,
go take rest, oh god.

keep calm,
it might take some time
its life
always out of rhyme
why try so hard
be a bard
its been a while since you changed gears
go shed some tears.

so whats happening
you don’t know
things are out of way,
don’t cry, listen hey!
you’ve just missed the focus
you’ll find the exact locus
its been a while you pushed to keep going
just try a bit slowing.

what to watch
what to do
its heavy to carry
just don’t worry
its been a while since you’re carrying the wagon,
go slay the dragon.




nothing seems to be working
you fail
you lose
don’t know how much to try
you did best, you tried
its been a while since you cried
go cry.

tried everything
lost to life
you are right
its a hard fight
and everyone cheated, everyone lied
its been a while since a part of you died
sacrifice it, let it die.

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