Down time...

A thousand times, a thousand rhymes

And back around.

My heart pounded, my ears of sounds.

From the darkness of my comfort, to the sunlight of my tolerance.

An eye for an eye, now we're blind.

No it's just me, there's a mirror here.

Who am I kidding, there's a life outside of thee,

I seen—I want different.

I'm on a rooftop in my dreams... I float in my dreams of the day... Cloud 9 in my slumber of the night…

I don't forget much—I want to.

Side not me in life... I jot down to not be down...

So I fell down and came around... To remember, life's not perfect... Reality check... I've been down… Am down… But WILL NOT STAY DOWN... I'm working my way up.

My tears keep me cold… My heart keeps some warmth...what's next is usually expected, rejected, neglected then reflected, on the possibility of an easier way, needless to say, I pay... No paid... Attention, not to mention, my minds in detention—why couldn't I just listen?

The air's thick, chipped with emotion.

I could feel—I didn't want to.

These experiences are the reason, tis the season,

It rhymed; so I used it...well for no reason.

I was cheesin' that one time where life was at the time where now it's that one time to show how time was once then and now is now and right now is not that one time, where as that one time was so special... See I was cheesin'.

This isn't rare… Not frequent either.

So there...see ya'