Real reflection that I will later write about.
In the basement, facing the pavement,
Out of here you said, runaway no more but I had already
Hit the floor, demons to the bedroom, pillows uproar in zoom,
Days of sleeping did persist and days of questioning did come in,
All I ever wanted was freedom, all you ever said was I wasn’t good enough
Anyway, friendship did slip in those days and pain did come on the ocean
Tide days, thoughts of you did slip my my toes in the cover of the ocean
Tides, change was easy in 08 when you planned my getaway, bags always
Did accompany 435 north and deplored and explored did it get, Ambian
Just wasn’t enough then and Valium was overrated anyway, the party
Drug did get you into the club but matter of fact the most painful
Days were those of sleeplessness with the sound of fatherlessness
Down the stairs and shouts and yells as I pondered life’s purpose
Up there, then to the east it was settled, poor and disheveled was
I, but living without Christ was the worst kind of medicine, the ones
That could control the ambivalence, shoes to ensue me some more,
For it’s been to much running away now, and yeast settled in off
The 435 and I was home again with new weapons and new medicines
Bringing me in, the dawn of a new coming and the return of all
My best friends, for getting away was never that way, returning is
What I feel like I am always doing, facing poverty removes the pride
And hostility
