I cant think therefore I’m not
Unique enough to express my thoughts
What is time but a series of moments
Which sting like a poison that’s potent
If I plant my feet, please water the tree
Fuel my ideas, but for a cost, it ain’t free
Have you ever sat and just wondered alone?
The sounds I hear make such a pretty tone
Write, sleep, wake up and regret the pen
Why should I cry the world will always spin
Self corruption and will keep the feelings within
If God knows all, why do we still sin?