Maybe it’s the music I listen to daily
That intoxicates me to the point of blurring out from reality
I am worried about my safety
Because of my poor mentality and scarred sanity.
From dusk till dawn
I drown in music and still want more.
I get blown away by my voice
But pulled deeply into my thoughts.
I am chasing after sixteen, by the way
My birthday is in a day or two
I can’t really say
Battling with “in this life, do I really wanna stay?” Or just “In liveliness, do I really slay?”
Then, fibbing in my head and wondering, is this not all the same?
Maybe in a day or a few,
I will know
But for now,
I guess I will chase after the truth
And Zevia, if you will
Save me before I drown
Or draw a wall so I could rather bump than jump off the building
Billie, I would rather vibe to six feet under
Then be the example of that fatal thunder.
This was written by our contributing writer, Siwaphiwe Matha.
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