something short. still unfinished.

I can't seem to get a grip

On the past, on the present

Every emotion floods my mind

Eroding the things I need to find


I'm spending everyday

Trying to plant my feet

On a little piece of solid ground

Finding nothing more than a hollow sound


Each day passes by before I awake

Hazy eyed and Lethargic

My withered bones are starting to ache*

Maybe I'll pack up take a ride

Save the goodbyes*

Find a safe place and enjoy the sunrise

Enjoyed Da Read.All Da Best with it.Your Lyric Bro.(~;Yrral Mallik of Songramp aka Larry Gordon Killam creator of Facebook Group Songwriters Unite over 4000 members;~)