The cold desk feels like slow death,
Every inhalation filled with cold breath,
Nightmares come alive,
The beautiful battle to survive,
Disjointed thoughts twist a life,
The beautiful struggle to thrive,
To still feel my passion flare,
To feel it fill the air,
To feel it warm me up,
and make my blood boil,
turn it up,
Till its redhot like a flaming coil, A small case of amnesia,
I forgot its pain before pleasure,
Filled my days with leisure,
Until I was jolted from it with a violent seizure,
A small case of amnesia,
I guess I forgot what God made me for, The sole reason why I even exist at all,
So God forgive me for my flaw,
I was looking at so and so have this and that,
Instead of embracing my gifts and holding them
close to heart,
My pen fell asleep on the page, my vocal chords laid to rest,
But they dont rest in peace, every day is a test,
I still feel fire inside and this unquenchable thirst,
thats what happens when the devil convinces you
your gift is a curse,
No two minds alike,
No two lives alike,
Just live your life,
And hope what you are doing is right,
There's a reason this yearning is burning,
There must be more to life than learning and earning.....
