Self-Constrained from Outgrow by Sucreblooms

My fingers float
In somber tones
A floor so high
Is it worth a summer sky?
And the motors bark
Drowning out this spark
Is it half inspired?
Is it something to admire?

Have I misplaced the fire?
Or have I hit a wall?

These jaded ways
These wasted days
A mental haze
A far-sighted gaze has gotten to my brain
I’m entertained
I’m self-constrained

When will I let go?
When will I let go?
When will I let go?
When will I let go?

And if this is me,
Am I truly free?
Forced to play a part
A self-imposed work of art
A stable mind
Is often blind
Looking in for hope
But staring through a telescope

And what of grating guilt?
Will it ever wilt?

These jaded ways
These wasted days
A mental haze
A far-sighted gaze has gotten to my brain
I’m entertained
I’m self-constrained

When will I let go?
When will I let go?
When will I let go?
When will I let go?

It’s not there yet
Don’t lift your head
It’s a waste of time

It’s a secret
They don’t need it
It’s a waste of mine

• Electronic
• Future Garage
• UK Garage
• downtempo
• experimental
• pop
• r&b
• Brooklyn