MOOD'S-WINGS 2

(This one's slightly old,please bear with me as i empty out my closet )


Sometimes i think,some's wrong with enkore
next moment im sailing in the same boat
its that emptiness that lingers,even when i gloat
cant fight this hollowness,i miss my own soul
not like i got it all
but i no longer crave for more
or maybe i've stopped wishing,though
on second thoughts,i never prayed 'for my own'
or 'on my own' for that matter
with hands folded at the altar
i reckoned how could i make life better
for my father
n although we've drifted farther
to the point that,we cant seem to stand each other
just hope someday we can understand each other
in contrast to how he's *drivin me* to *do a stan*
partly blame you for makin me as cold as i am,
not even ashamed to proclaim this
what you claim to be love is smothering me
how can i breathe freely,when yu're forever nagging me
feelin weak n strong at the same time-WHEN I DEFY,
not even on my *grind* but my insides would state otherwise
hope yu wisen up to the fact that i cant be made to follow
norms or to conform to yur principles
i make my own rules i would never follow examples
i cant be a *disciple*,i want to *master*,my own fate
no longer talkin back,so you think i'm under the influence
m not blinded by their affluence,dad i AM my own influence


PS wrote this in a flurry after being reprimanded (m cool with dad lol).Its just a lil something i had in my mind at THAT moment,gettin fizzled out of the vent. :D