The thought of a slippery slope
Downward spiraling
Into descending darkness of your room
A little too claustrophobic for taste buds
Wanting sweet and savory and
All of those in between
Legs for days
Stay inactive
Only in motion for fake productivity
When all you want to do is stay home and
Create masterpieces from fingertips
Imagining lips on skin
Tenderly caressing over mountains of softness
Forever knowing that it holds me captive
Its comforting to want to do nothing
It’s saddening knowing you have to do something
This lull of time progresses rapidly
More than you think
Completing concrete notions that must proceed
Wallowing on your purpose to achieve but
When down on luck, on your knees
Contemplating a breakthrough or if your stuck
why work to be starstrucked by thousands of people that want to hear you speak
Just to turn around and do opposite
I was always contrary to popular belief
So I stay in the comfort of my room
My homeland, my privacy, my tomb
That will kill me if I don’t work on what I believe
Use my voice to be the better person
The matter of choice.
To those really hearing me.
To those supporting my every need
For company, listening to my story
Working around it and striving for my release
Better than my aching for breath
After a fun night, with no rest....
