Always “Untitled”, Always Unfinished.

I slip and fall as if I can’t even walk at all
I know the steps, literally I’ve done them all
That’s why I’m sitting here tripping like I was not involved
With all the running and walking that started with a crawl
I should know better, but I know not at all
Maybe it’d be better to tuck my legs and roll like a ball
I gotta fight the fall before I try to right the wrong
Trying to walk now is like writers block trying to write a song
Or using 2 wet sticks ignite a bomb
It’s counterproductive like counting ducks that are inside a pond
I gotta find a bond, between being destructive and being a quiet calm
Between stumbling falling and standing straight up strong
Looking like I’m made of bronze
But I’m, really flimsy,I’m propped up by my arms
Please hold my head up to the sky so I could watch the stars
I thought I was off of bars way back with monkey bars
My bars are locked inside of a safe, patrolled by armed guards.