Melody

I write my song, but it’s always wrong

I right my wrongs, yet I’m always wrong

When I know that I’m right

Should I just give up this fight?

Cause every time I begin to take flight

I look back…

See there, pops on this check engine light

Caution, Indication

That my level of motivation

Far exceeds my speed of elevation

Soon falling short of my “self” expectations

Selfish thoughts on views of my progression

No, I’m not exactly where I want to be

Pounding the pavement,

Question, should I be doing something different?

Cause they say that doing the same thing

Expecting different results is the definition of insanity

Am I losing my umph?

Total lack of interest in what it takes to make life work

Cause every equation I’ve tried just equals hurt

Disappointment

Frustrations temporarily filled in with addictions like an ointment

I’m sick, distracted and possessed, somebody make me an appointment

My disease is called success.

I cannot and will not settle

Said I will not settle for less

See I need it more than I want it, but I want it more than I need it

Necessarily imperative like the deceased to embalming fluid

Fatal attraction

I just want to work til I’m gone, I’ll just sleep when I’m dead

Write my song until every utter and complete thought is gone from inside my head

Every single part of my anatomy weak

From tenacious exertion, for all I’ll have left is my speech.

If that.

Write my song until all resilience has relinquished my body

As God plucks me up and I give up my ghost

I just pray death doesn’t come first

Until all my Stars align

Until my sun’s burnt out so much so that my moon, it shines

Til the creator and my maker are satisfied with my Greatness

At that pivotal moment, just then, I’ll consider it Success…

So I vow to write my song

Right my wrongs until they are a harmonious melody

Where the drum matches the beat

And the beat matches the pace of the moving of my feet

Progressing as one punctual entity

Arriving right on time to my destiny.

Perfect Melody