Nothing Right

there nothing normal about how i tick
most comes down to the way i pick
to tick but i cant help to pick the wrong
but it al comes out in a song
the way i pick to tick wrong
for i know not why i do so
luck, i always so hope though
will carry me through
so i can keep true
but i do nothing right
and the choice to pick
the way i tick vanishes
in my mind i think
at the same time i link
together what i know
so mabye i can stay low
but i do nothing right
cant stay out of sight
so i stay and fight
and i wonder what.
but that what is in question,
cause
do i not plunder, but many things at once
nothing keept asunder, all things at once
i choose what i must do
think it out once or two
but i do nothing right
a thouhgt subconciuss
a thought thoughtless
blurts out of my mouth
and esteem heads south
and again nothing is right
but when i stike gold
something to behold
i push it to far
breaking the bar
because at every sight
nothing is right

i am sorry if you find this not a song. i was depressed and needed a good outlet.

No worries! It is still a form of expression, no? It is a tongue-twister for the mind to keep up with the ticks and picks, haha! It carried me along like a dark rhyme with the ball bouncing on each line.