It becomes part of you
That feeling of excitement
You pick up the phone queue
But there is nothing you can chew
Conversations are so blazie'
The disconnection from the reality
Living behind the screen
Where do we go from here?
Forcing yourself to do it
Doing it so it would stop
One day you just got hit
Next you have to pop
Chase that goal
Live that dream
Let them go you get coal
Pull your hair and bawling in scream
I hope that one day this practice will enable me to have a solid skill in writing in poetry and probably prose. It dawns on me that I write things sometimes and I find there is no direction but I just keep on writing, hopefully recognition of what I see as a lack of in my practice will enable me to improve them later on.
There is such a thing as bad practice or as my friend said to me a long time ago, practice makes permanent so I am mindful of the substance of my writing but just not that skilled to make them perfect or at its greater potential.
Listening to in the background
