Reflections
In the late night
Wide awake pondering questions
Of my state of affairs, my hair
And other internal reflections
Mirror of self, eternal reflection
On the hot seat of my mind's logical dissection
Is my talent in discernible recession
Can I bounce back from low level depression
Will I open my chest for resection
Of this hard heart riddled with infection
To accept love and enjoy its blessing
Or be cursed to a life of fake hugs and professions
All these questions and no answers
Tumorous thoughts, maybe I'm the cancer
Tried to be the arm but instead was the hammer
Lying to self that I'm tipsy but really hammered
Off the wine & spirits of lust, anger, and rancor
Tried to pray to God but I just stammered
All my life I was told I was pampered
By skinfolk who wanted my progress hampered
And kinfolk who had ought against my parents
While I sought closer from my parents
Severed a bond they never should've made
Laid foundations with debt never paid
Emotionally paying interest on loans inherited
Present issues lumped with the past disparagement
It's no wonder why I waver from hope to not caring
I isolated myself to protect from the division
Not realizing I built my own prison
But now I wanna escape & start living
Honest inspection of my personal misgivings
Reflections
Yea
Reflections in the late night
It's Trav Da Poet, "Issues of Life Volume One"
Come ride with me
Feel my pain
See God's glory in my story
Trav
Wide awake pondering questions
Of my state of affairs, my hair
And other internal reflections
Mirror of self, eternal reflection
On the hot seat of my mind's logical dissection
Is my talent in discernible recession
Can I bounce back from low level depression
Will I open my chest for resection
Of this hard heart riddled with infection
To accept love and enjoy its blessing
Or be cursed to a life of fake hugs and professions
All these questions and no answers
Tumorous thoughts, maybe I'm the cancer
Tried to be the arm but instead was the hammer
Lying to self that I'm tipsy but really hammered
Off the wine & spirits of lust, anger, and rancor
Tried to pray to God but I just stammered
All my life I was told I was pampered
By skinfolk who wanted my progress hampered
And kinfolk who had ought against my parents
While I sought closer from my parents
Severed a bond they never should've made
Laid foundations with debt never paid
Emotionally paying interest on loans inherited
Present issues lumped with the past disparagement
It's no wonder why I waver from hope to not caring
I isolated myself to protect from the division
Not realizing I built my own prison
But now I wanna escape & start living
Honest inspection of my personal misgivings
Reflections
Yea
Reflections in the late night
It's Trav Da Poet, "Issues of Life Volume One"
Come ride with me
Feel my pain
See God's glory in my story
Trav
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Writer(s): Travis Williams, Rickey Montgomery
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