Clocks ticking marking time
The sweet summer breeze passing me by.
Alone in my head, so crowded here.
No room for lazy Southern days.
We all look for a way out
Running circles chasing rainbows.
Sipping the koolaid rubs me the wrong way. So not how I want to spend my day.
Melting walls leaves me exposed torn broken, too bad for all the kings men. Not enough left to begin.
Before my end where’s the beginning? Not sure how I got here.
Don’t care how it ends just need some space. Not enough room in here for you, me and boy blue.
Take a breath, breath it in deep. One step at a time. Clock is ticking marking the time.
Sweet southern breezes blow by clearing the air and my mind.