Poetry.

I got too many dead folks watching me, too much drama that it's a must-see, I haven't been writing the plot, I'm still stuck in a thought, Maybe this is all a dream, Since things aren't what they might seem, I got a girl that I miss, I got a snake that continues to hiss, But I'm not selling a soul when the market is bull, I'm not telling a soul about what I'm about to pull, This summer is looking like it's going to be cold, a lot of struggles coming from what I've been told, That's why I've been stocking up aura like I'm hoarding, I need it for this story that I'm still recording, And y'all know I was never meant to stay, Yet I'm still here and it's the next day, Never planned for this, But fuck it lets see what it all is...

THE SIGNS HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE CLEAR, SO I ASK MYSELF WHY I AM STILL HERE, THIS STANDSTILL AS I WAIT FOR A REPLY, I ONLY HAVE MYSELF AND MY PATIENCE TO RELY, AND IT'S WEARING THIN, IT'S DUE TO WHERE I'M IN, WHERE TO NEXT, SINCE DESTINY WORKS ON SUBTEXT, ALL I KNOW IS WHAT I DESERVE, AS WELL AS WHAT I WANT TO PRESERVE, WHILE I WAIT, I'M LEFT WITH THIS TO CONTEMPLATE.