Could it be
Could it be that all I am lost in a world of darkness seeing fictional light
Could it be that my mind and stubbornness blinds my sight
Making my days be night to the point I can’t tell
Too confused for sleeping baby screams become adult yells
Wanting the bell to ring for in my corner I’ll rest
But there is still so much fight left to fight yet
Could it be that the so-called man holds the monkey wrench that foils my plan
Or maybe it’s that bottle these balls and the blunt in my hand oh man
Could it be that I’ve been damned for life
For the sins of man I’ve been punished twice
Once cause I didn’t know again cause I did
Could it be I am a destined to gorge like a pig in this pit I endlessly dig for myself
Vanity is the unconcience goal with every breath
Why kill, why die, why steal, why lie
Just do, get by, too hard, just try
Could it be a curse from above this seriously doubt
Cause I was told that if I confess with my mouth
That cleansing with grace would take place
As the tears from hurt to joy race down my face
With aspirations to see the master’s place no waste for the deeds of right
As I continue to pace the lines in my book of life
Could be that I’ve been here gone and come again
Fighting a losing battle that I’m determined to win
Could it be that I am still a child sleeping in a dream
Getting an early look at reality before the alarm clock rings or is it all as it seems
Infested with greed when a mere want appears as a need
Would even bleed and damage the one body house I receive
With a fear of failure that makes me believe I can’t achieve a thing but to conceive
And clutter my brain with drank and weed damn!
Could it be that I was born dying and I speeded that pace
By shoving a bottle and dust in my face
Too damn proud to admit disgrace desperately struggling to find my space
Yes it could cause it is using my kids as a reason to live
Trying to find the skill to forgive asking God to make heart like his
Outside myself I see poor guidance for the one that follows me
Must be strong roots to preserve a tree he’ll fall flat because of me
Oh Lord could it be?
Could it be that my mind and stubbornness blinds my sight
Making my days be night to the point I can’t tell
Too confused for sleeping baby screams become adult yells
Wanting the bell to ring for in my corner I’ll rest
But there is still so much fight left to fight yet
Could it be that the so-called man holds the monkey wrench that foils my plan
Or maybe it’s that bottle these balls and the blunt in my hand oh man
Could it be that I’ve been damned for life
For the sins of man I’ve been punished twice
Once cause I didn’t know again cause I did
Could it be I am a destined to gorge like a pig in this pit I endlessly dig for myself
Vanity is the unconcience goal with every breath
Why kill, why die, why steal, why lie
Just do, get by, too hard, just try
Could it be a curse from above this seriously doubt
Cause I was told that if I confess with my mouth
That cleansing with grace would take place
As the tears from hurt to joy race down my face
With aspirations to see the master’s place no waste for the deeds of right
As I continue to pace the lines in my book of life
Could be that I’ve been here gone and come again
Fighting a losing battle that I’m determined to win
Could it be that I am still a child sleeping in a dream
Getting an early look at reality before the alarm clock rings or is it all as it seems
Infested with greed when a mere want appears as a need
Would even bleed and damage the one body house I receive
With a fear of failure that makes me believe I can’t achieve a thing but to conceive
And clutter my brain with drank and weed damn!
Could it be that I was born dying and I speeded that pace
By shoving a bottle and dust in my face
Too damn proud to admit disgrace desperately struggling to find my space
Yes it could cause it is using my kids as a reason to live
Trying to find the skill to forgive asking God to make heart like his
Outside myself I see poor guidance for the one that follows me
Must be strong roots to preserve a tree he’ll fall flat because of me
Oh Lord could it be?
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