Trapped In My Mind; Still Wylin' Cause I'm Young

Lashing out at lushes
as the thought rushes,
just before that familiar feeling fades.

On sight,
without one to really view,
I’ll just keep writing about the same things
like its new,
but those who know
knew its nothing different.
Consider it new age mental pimping.

I swear it feels like,
that airplane flying over my head,
cutting through the clouds
when it could avoid them instead.
Why go through me
when you know I’m so defenseless?
Never a victim…
A silent witness.

It seems repentance has gotten me far,
as I continue to sink further from these stars.