It comes at a point where I knew I was forgotten
that one person that is replaceable in so many occasions
to feel like the person remembered felt good, felt great, a lot
the sad truth of it all, is there is still the lack of reciprocal passions.
I could stand up and scream, yell it from the rooftops
yet on deaf ears it would fall, deaf in the sense that they are closed off
the choice to be handicapped in the reception of my confessions
in the game of love and life, my win column is desolate, just a column of losses
The slight encouragement that comes and goes just as fast as it arrives
“put together another book” yet the first one was not even consumed
full of pain, full of honesty, full of the person who is always overlooked
yeah it was an epic tale of the beaten and downtrodden that never quits
so this is my new book, in daily, weekly, consistent installments
it would be great to be noticed as someone great
if not, I just hope these words reach and touch someone who needs it
and if it is right on time, then I am glad I was not late.