Going through a little battle right now. And this is normally what happens in said situation.
Complex
At a depth where
It isn’t safe for minnows
Willow trees don’t blow and snow
Goes in the opposite direction of the wind
Weird? I know.
But I had to let go,
And sail on the current of sanity
A calamity? Not quite
Insanity? Maybe, right
It may be right to walk away
But it feels wrong,
Like a song about love lost
in a major key
Wish there was a way to smile
Through this debris
Yet all I see are stones
Thrown from vanity
Who does that to a friend they call best?
Who fires aimless rounds at a friend’s open chest?
Knowing no vest can veil a failed friend,
Who’s let to wonder if sanity will come again.
In the form of that friend,
Or come to understand
That person was nothing more than a minnow
That never learned to swim.
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