"The cycles like a windmill.
I had a convo with my soul I asked it 'When will, this shit change?'
It said boy 'Just use them pen skills'"
Wise words that I always feel.
But I must question if what I felt with was real.
Or did you even feel at all?
Will you pick up if I call?
... Probably not.
Let me stop.
We're two different people now.
I know this but nostalgic memories always come back in style.
I can't help how my mind works.
I hope you never get hurt.
I pray you always get what you deserve.
We talk then disappear from each other's consciousness.
But I always think about everything like I'm omnipotent.
So you never really leave my mind.
And I'm over here just wondering why..
