Show Me The Light
Oh how I miss you.
Childlike thoughtfulness,
Inappropriate.
Adult petulance,
Has infected me too.
Show me the light,
At the end of this tunnel
All I see is empty night
As if the sun and earth had a quarrel.
Grey skies plant seeds for somber lives,
I’m waiting at the bus stop wishing for change,
Buck the trend, internal tensions spread,
Unto you my hand I lend,
Since I remember when I used to cry,
And continue to lie.
About how I feel, I’m rubber and she’s steel
Forgive my grievance,
For a clear head has lead me to view
That I’m unhappy with you,
But that’s just how I see it.
Clocked your lies but you’re fine,
Tell me, did you feel it?
Blocked you out my life,
Seeing you live out your greatest fear made me seal it.
I don’t wanna leave,
Others wish for instruments of ecstasy,
I have nightmares of falling
I’ve spent days dreaming of stability,
Been on thin ice since I was crawling.
Falling is failure, and I would rather die;
Than have me define I as a failed human being.
Yet on occasion I lack the strength,
Physical fatigue never the problem.
In successes I’ve seen the lengths,
And the circumstances that surround them.
Define it as defeatist, but support isn’t on my grocery list
Put those veggies up, there’s always work when you’re bored
Poetic language can be confusing,
So allow me to present the gist:
Some days I believe Adam Mohamoud was never meant to succeed in this world.
