Method to Cope

Just one of those days that nothing starts my way
Sat staring into decay, a whole life on replay
Makes me smirk that I look like I jerk
When I speak,think or feel all the things that don't work

And everything apart from sunshine looks superficial
The cloudy skies, the shallow eyes, the lows and highs we live through
There's no fire in my belly, air in my lungs, earth 'neath my feet
Steady pacing off beat on blacktop and concrete

Calculate odds, risk, gains, expectation
Without a clue to what I was facing
Now I'm flagrant at the process of aging
Much like the smile of a mother whose beauty is fading

And yeah I've been fighting when my senses are heightened
Towards a stance and a state of esteem that's enlightened
But voices back me like "why are you writing?"
"what do you live for? why get excited?"

A familiar black whole positioned inward towards soul
Just like summer construction it be blocking the roads
To grow, to sew, something sweet as a cherry
Leaving the mean and unsavory to seem nessacary

Now there's work to be done, better leave it at that
Shoot I'll be tending the garden somewhere far off the map
Got a problem with that? mellow down have a smoke
And may we all find a method to cope..