CYCLONE

I woke up today,

And I was in a different bay;

I had forgotten and before I could say,

They locked me up so I don’t stray.

I used to write poems and proses

With a depth meaning and 

In the different genres;

I still don’t give a fuck;

Even when the views are meagre,

At times I do see the cyclone;

That creates a clone,

Who watches the devil,

That hangs his shadow as a veil.

I don’t know how to steal the key;

At a moment when he cannot see.

It seems he wants my soul as a fee.

But the moment I open the lock;

I will be getting free.

The only thing I know, 

I know that you don't know how;

To please everybody all the times,

Cause everybody fucking changing their minds.

A little bit faded, a little bit jaded.

Don't want to stop, won't be persuaded.

To write perceptions I can't believe in;

Written 250 poems and 50 quotes, only 650 likes,

6010 impressions have passed through these retinas;

And every single day I wish this number just increases.

The dying old hopes are just growing my new fears.

Don't know where I'm going, but I know how I got here,

I don't know where I'm running but I know how to run;

Cause, running's the only thing I've always done,

I don't know what I'm doing but I remember what I've done

I have a hungry soul, I'm a loaded clone.