Despite the light creeping in

I am blind as I begin

To pick up a pen to etch it in

Just a kid looking in

At the insides of my own head

What do I know, where have I been?

Too far from home, counting sins

Wish I could trade ‘em for Benjamins

Then again can't buy happiness

It happens to some, others chase it

Captain of my storms when I blaze it

Mastered the chaos; made it a maze

More lost than before

Not much more I can take

Before I break I breath and say

Thank God for the day, a blank page

Good place to lay my crazy down

Sorry for what it smudges out

All my intentions on the ground

Lost my way trying to puzzle it out

Please take alternative routes

Insight I scribble out quickly

Before I lose sight swiftly

These storms morph and follow me
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