I’d love to see my life from different lenses
Have a laugh at the dude who sits in church benches with a heart of discontentment
Ironic how my life is hell in the Bible Belt
Running around circles in my mind but I never find myself
Wait...who or what do I want to be?
A scholar or a man that hits the lottery?
I don’t want a lot of green he just needs a spot where he
Can isolate himself like quarantine and rot in peace
I feel it, my brittle bones crave atonement
I used to look towards my grave like an omen
But now I think it’d nerf the damage n save face
If the walls would all fall down and cave way.
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