Stuck in a time loop, it's mourning time as Big Ben's still
Woke up this morning, feeling like an uncleaned utensil
I stare at a blank sheet, there's been plenty of pushbacks
It's time to retreat, this time I ain't planning to look back

Life is a long hike and one hell of a grueling bushwhack
It's an incomplete story where Rose never gets her Jack
There's only one me, there's only one we, united funkies
And I'm man of steel, my tensile strength is quite clunky

At times I act like a monkey, prehensile feet, a drug junkie
Never sober, not over, melting like an ice cube in a Spunky
Truth is ugly, I'm still that uncomely kid trying to talkback
A wandering mind, I am a solo soul, carrying my backpack

When skills you got turns blue, it takes time to backtrack
My head's full of thoughts, found no way I could unpack
Made my life black and blue, maybe thats why my pen's ill
I'm going back to my roots, I'll start writing using a pencil

© smokey