Liquor just isn’t doing it for me anymore.
I’m not even enjoying my favorite songs.
Something’s wrong.
Something does NOT belong...
...and it’s me.
This just isn’t where
I’m supposed to be.
The sun doesn’t shine as bright
On this side of the city.
The people aren’t as friendly.
The trees don’t grow as high
And the neighborhoods are filthy.
Don’t even know where I’m going
Half the time.
I’m no psychic
But,
I see the signs.
I’m out of time.
I’ve spent enough of it
Going back and forth,
Forth and back...
...attempting to come up with excuses
To just sit back and relax.
My soul has been uneasy for the longest.
And I consider myself
To be one of the strongest.
But,
Why be strong
When you do not belong?
And I do NOT belong.
Home will always be home
But,
It’s time to go
Copyright 2018 by Kentrell Blanche