You see, I feel art and music is a part of me.
I could use some order without this bipolar disorder.
I belong out in the brick and mortar. Opportunity.
Some immunity to this borderline floater.
Thinking that it could achieve big things.
Believing more than I’m meant to be.
Trailing the Sampi lost out at sea.
It’s not how I dreamt it to be.
Do I remain forever pouring heart?
Or is this a commitment that has started?
I bury the wisdom that I know.
Wonder if my thinking too much of my hole.
Reminiscing about the good and bad times.
Thinking to myself and my eye of my mind.