Spirit gon keep me protected
even when i don’t get it
when i’m mad at it
can’t stand the way the pieces are falling
but trusting there’s a power to be found in my suffering
hoping there are better days full of giddy side aching laughing
but the time keeps passing
these long seasons seem everlasting
like they’re targeting me, keeping me rationing
holding on to the good memories,
ask my friends
they say i should go into photography
and i guess it’s something that’d make the time pass for me
but i don’t want my hobbies to become my identity
afraid of expectations, and all that people may want from me
im tired of being used,
of people getting the best of me ...