How I Write When I Dont Try Poem by Nathan Streango

I’m sitting still and I think about the time that I waste, and I face, my disgrace, numb and losing my taste,
I’m sitting still going dizzy from the places I’ve been, it’s a sin, it depends on what your faiths really in,
I’m sitting still and I question all the things that I see, is it me, can I be, the one that hinders my free,
I’m sitting still and I work to turn my head to the sky, ask God why, while I cry, is it cuz I never tried,

Try to stand but I cant cuz I have broken my knees, from disease, can you please, buy my soul back to squeeze,
Try to stand that’s the plausible that’s running away, never stays, when I pray, because I’m choosing astray,
Try to stand never try I lied about what I can, see the plan, circumstance, is my own means to an end,
Try to stand and now I know that the battle begun, down in one, down and done, still my winnings is none,

Now I run to the only place I know it’s the bottom, not a problem, mirror Sodom, I know my sins cuz I cause em,
Now I run out of breath out of luck out of death, cuz I sweat, I’m in debt, I feel my free will’s a threat,
Now I run out of thought cuz I am losing my mind, the first sign, was my lie, I thought I broke free from high,
Now I run to oasis but I can’t cuz I’m spent, heaven sent, heavens scent, heaven rejects what’s still bent,

Will I change when the money piles up to a lame, soulless brain, with no pain, and lose my muse to the game,
Will I change funny game when my smile is fake, I debate, what’s at stake, it’s all the thoughts I create,
Will I change when I’m married to a shallow shell, brand new cell, same old hell, just a new way I fell,
Will I change what you think about me I’m deranged, sort of strange, fully staged all my paths that’s in range,