mondaydaybreak from Trained Trance by Jojo Cyclone

Two bowls in
There's a slight cold wind
Sight's on dim
Barely woke up

Lips been cracking
Hands stuffed in my jacket
Backpack and shoulder bag
Everyday weight

Everyday I wait for the N
and wait for the end
Ain't nothing even started yet
Both break and bend

Both break and bend

Everything slow
No upward growth
Still watch the sun
Still seek the glow

Every time I step outside the safety of the eye
Storms knock me down in new ways
I'm confounded
Tryna stay rounded
And be less A to B
that train schedule
Couldn't help but delay my dreams
Slow death in moving screens
I seek a new view
But only end up changing seats
And still the daybreaks
Taking pictures every week
The colors start to seep
And all that pain up in my frame has sprung a leak
Got paint all on my jeans
I write my name on every wall
Still wouldn't call it all complete
It's all the same leaves spinning in the breeze
Next to me
Next to me

The long Limbo
Purgatory

Now what would an expert call this?
Laziness and poor decision making
Maybe if I kept up with my studies
I'd be really living baby
Ain't never had precision
But always understood position

Never ever quite done
Never ever quite done
Ain't another one like him

I'm a regular man with a self-appointed mission
I can't let momma sleep with the fishes
Still gotta do my dishes
Clean myself up before I get to wishing
I can't help it though
I'm helpless with indecision
Wanna take a leap
The drop is hidden
But I still haven't told my promises good riddance
Stuck between a rock and a hard place
Like always
I'm smitten

That's just my cyclone
Jojo Cyclone
Cyclone One

That's just my cyclone
Jojo Cyclone
Cyclone One
Cyclone One

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