It’s Where I Sit..MSR
Solitude yet involved
Feel like I have been robbed
Calm yet very much in an uproar
Still, yet my heart still starts to soar
Repetitive tidbits in my mind
But never really peace do I find
Fragments of previous conversations
Leaves me feelings from observations
Time, it is always fleeting
Sores will always keep bleeding.
Maybe you can’t understand
Maybe it is just me that plays in that band.
Head starts to feel like it wants to split
IT’S WHERE I SIT.
Mws R Writings 