Raise the bar

Searchin for that inspiration, 

to give my words that flowin sensation.

I admit it can be a temptation 

to keep to myself and cease all creation.

I got no explanation 

besides complications of social aspirations

but you see, 

these words are me.

They’re life’s foundation, and I’m its devotee.

I admit sometimes I trip, 

slip, 

lose my wit, 

become afraid to spit.

And I gotta say: 

quite the shame that I burn in flames 

whenever social setting enters the game.

It should be about the fun,

thrill of words spun

one by one.

Ridiculous how social anxieties can leave me witless;

it’s my weakness,

 I know it’s all needless to sit there, 

be speechless, 

contribute it to my weirdness.

But I know there’s light in this bleakness,

no reason to be sleepless,

just discuss the reasons.

In the end you can’t live your day by what other people portray as
the “right” way.

You gotta hustle,

be who you are, have fun,

cause trouble.

It’s not worth it to pour your dreams down that funnel,

to let them build into everyone else’s collective puddle,

don’t let your voice be muffled.

Cause when it comes to the light at the end of the tunnel,

everybody crumbles,

regardless of the life they had.

So stop with the anxiety, the fear of society,

not being good enough,

be the variety.

The road can be rough,
but better to be scuffed than to live life wearily.

Being untrusting can be customary,

but you gotta be extraordinary.