Choices To Make

Overthinking is a bad habit a lot of us get into.
Every time I can’t seem to make the pen move,
I get confused,
Because,
It’s all I want to do,
But,
When I wake up I tend a choose,
A blunt I shouldn’t be lighting up inside of my room.
Clouded!
By the smoke twirling all around me while I’m shrouded by so many thoughts I wish were never conjured by the anger leaving some astonished,
Others bothered,
While leaving me dishonored.
Either it’s conceived within a rhythm I make sure to jot before it’s lost inside a thought I will regret,
Or,
A moment where I lose my temper over my wrongs and lack of patience…

My mind’s racing!
Tears running and dripping a puddle beneath me as I slip and fall on my face.
With all I am going through,
All I could really do,
Is sit and appreciate my freedom to rewrite a story I have chosen to continue…

Rhythm all over the place!
Like,
My feet itching to find a plate,
More than food and a blunt I blaze!
And some friends that’ll come my way,
Rather than being grounded within beef with no intent to separate,
Over a past none of us can change…