I did one for –
And then got a 1 4
For things I should have seen coming
But lacked fore sight
Walking with a 4 x 4 when all I needed was mind
A heart for the art; stuck in a mine
Soul for the road; couldn’t see past a grind
When all the pain was for was a change in my rhyme
My pattern; my method
My anesthetic, stuck in an ephod
For a switch in lanes; couldn’t find an I-port
Dancing with Plain Jane like she was all on my ipod
Why I fought?
For a home I thought I could see,
For all the me that I can be.