Swingin Utters

While i sit alone in this room ive got crates full of sorrow even more filled with shadows that i fish out and ridicule when im feeling lonely. Im lacking sense, but bound in a very specific direction its phenomenal and unprecedented its a chip of the old block and a step up the new ladder. Mr.Scribe, i write to you pen and penchant aimed to pour over a fool left with no more rhymes im poetically franchised. Im in charge for the day in terminal wanderlust ive excited my worst thoughts exorcised what was lost am i a bad seed sprouting up or am i not? Im not sure what sad is but listless im not my lists are never ending and my emotions arent store-bought and tears, they either deceive or endear me im your little golden nugget collecting dust bored with my own stale and directed thoughts in a place where so much life and loves abound its a amazing how little tempts me from my glass house
[ My Glass House Lyrics ]