Hear Me

Now this is something I can write to

Sit back, ignite you, excite you

From the tips of your toes from the style of my prose

I catch flows, float in the wind but nobody knows

All that I seen all that I show

All that I feel, pills numb, still fashion the real

Ink, flows the veins let go of the pain

I paint a picture of the perfect scripture

Call it by name, I been

Echo the past

Still standing but how will it last?

Hour glass, tick tick, ticking away