Inner Bits

Keep me feeling wrong

Every word from this mouth falls flat

all the knowledge

All this silly time spent thinking

To be it's all out of proportion

It always, it always will be

Even my own mind starts its critique

Second guessing every second guess

This is how you lose sight

Living in a dome of unsure questions and answers

You catch your everyday in a riddle

Where everything feels like a trick question

Sure,

You could always pick multiple choice,

Guess wildly, and hope for the best

No connections

No inner thoughts driving you deeper within yourself

Maybe getting it out of your system

Telling someone else

Hoping this makes sense

Not just words thrown at a wall

In hopes they stick to someone else's conscious

The only restitute is sleep

When the dreams aren't asking the nightmares about their day