Half Knots

Vying crucibles with prying cuticles

Sighing over 'you knows'

Trying, to break even when I'm going under, still life is beautiful

Even when I'm under the knife, siphoning numero-unos

Round-up these dreams as, I'm drowning my demons,

And how when they seem to be a fleet of, pool noodles

In a team I retreat I've, felt more alive less than oodles

Says strife isn't crucial, they can't harken a raw mess

So-so with sewing a "so," alls so dark when it's bottomless

So with a rhyme I climb back pencil divin' lagoons I'll,

Sooner understand, pieless fingers to their five in the strudels

To prune their upper hand, I must croon with thunder claps

Hit a tune with adjusted yaps, treat me like garbage I talk shit

And when I arrive at the moon I'll, know it's all part of the process.