Rock paper scissors°Thoughts roaming around my headFilling up...

Rock paper scissors
°
Thoughts roaming around my head
Filling up with things I should and shouldn’t have said.
Paper beats rock, and rock beats scissor,
This mind of mine makes me shiver
With absolute uncertainty,
Of oh so many things,
If I thought a little better, than certainly
I might even sing.
Power beats earth
And we’re stuck in a rebirth
Of dejavu and all I see is you.
Is the camera still on?
I don’t want to say anymore hon,
This mouth gets me in trouble
And it seems it’s the only outlet to my personal bubble.
Though sometimes not saying anything turns the knife
And in so much pain we all writhe,
Nobody needs that,
Can’t we just respect that?
Go back to playing rock paper scissors and not judge each other so.
She judges you more than you judge her; you know
And the only sin she did was dislike your phrases.
Stop locking your words in cages
And make something that’ll shine onto pages.
Creative, artistic,
They call it.

~T.R.A.