Walking the Plank
'A penny for your thoughts but a dollar for your insides
Or a fortune for your disaster
I'm just a painter and I'm drawing a blank'
'They say quitters never win
We walk the plank on a sinking ship'
-"Don't You Know Who I Think I Am?" -FALL OUT BOY
Seeing no shore to save myself
I ponder the jump and recoil,
The mere mention of right and wrong
Sent me off the deep end again
Civil rights are for civilized people
How many of them are around?
'There's a world outside of my front door'
And what face am I going to show it?
Thinking I've lost my touch-
Haven't written in so long,
Yet the words come,
Though I feel like they're forced
They're not -
Forced to have a crazy schedule
And all I wanna do is sleep
Forever and a fortnight
Dreaming of memories that are fictional
Dreading the life of day-to-day
Feeling useless -
Tired of all this...
Yet what can I do to change it,
When I've got everything
The wiggle-room is occupied
And I'm waiting for the music to start...