Staring back at me, what do you see?
Look in and tell the making of my story
Of this day and days gone by- victories and defeats
Cause I can’t seem to find my rhyme, my words, my beat without you.
Life is spinning out
as it’s moving fast
Threatening to blur the sacred gift of right now.
Soul is aching, like gripped hands holding on for too long
To miles per hours of change, flex, confusion-the rush
Blank page, slow me down
To steady speeds once again
And write across my heart