After the games there was hope,
hope that it could be real...

That my world would stop spinning
and that I could sit back and chill...

It wasn't on laziness,
but the grind gets tiring...

Just looking for that consistent spot
opposite from what the economy is inquiring...

I don't want her, her, and her
every piece of tail that walks past my sight

I think I'm getting older,
wiser, to settle down, make it right.

But this passion unseen, these emotions, underestimated
are taken for granted...is that shit even right?

I'm no stranger to pain, but I don't want it to be my best friend
but 20/20 eyes can never see the love in me

So there is just, Me, Myself, and Poetry...here and there
and their thoughts of what could possibly be.