Back here in the mix again.
Finally sacked up and picked up that pen.
It’s not worth doing unless you can hit that perfect ten.
But how can you ever get there if you’re too scared to begin?
The flow starts to build with each word you write.
Up up and away, as you start to fly the kite.
Truth is, it’s a brutal, nasty dogfight.
A fight that most let brutally beat them, quietly, into the night.
But not you, nah, you stick with it like glue.
You even stuck with it last weekend when you had that nasty flu.
Truth is, you’re feeling inspired now, you’re feeling anew.
Every word put down, moving you away from that winter blue.
The days come and the days go.
Seemingly faster and faster, faster than ever before.
So time is ticking now, can’t you feel it’s flow?
Worse yet, how that colder wind continues to blow.
It’s worth trying to find that state.
Because once you do, you truly have a full plate.
Plus, let’s be honest, we both know it’s your inevitable fate.
Aren’t you ready to finally say, “Check mate?”
Okay moving on, moving on, what’s your point here anyway?
My point is, find your flow and capture it, each and every day.
Oh, that’s sweet, you came up with a cute rhyme?!
What’s next?! You gonna tell me everything will end up just fine?!
Hey, I don’t know who the heck let you in.
But why don’t you go back where you belong – into that rubbish bin.
Fresh flow here, fresh flow there.
I thought Lululemon was the only threads you’d wear.
Okay now we are getting off point, so I’ll bring it back right now – I swear.
Take a look at my face, take a look into my eyes.
You think I’m playing? You think I’m dropping lies?
Let me set it straight for you, so you don’t keep mixing up the dyes.
This high I’m on, this flow I’ve found, you can never break the ties.
I’ll leave it here now, as the end is near.
And no I ain’t quoting scripture, even though it might appear.
Tick tock tick tock, can you hear the clock?
It’s time to open the door, can’t you hear the knock?