It's been sometime since I wrote a poem./ Lately everything I felt I've kept in the dome./ So I've become my own garden gnomb.// Dreams come to mind,/ Yet thats all they do./ Coming and going as if saying,/ Just coming through.// My vision is blind to the world around me./ Hoping for true love is all I can see./ What has happened to the real me?// I stress to describe what I've become./ Trying to find my future.../ Kingdom Come.// People tell me to live life day by day./ Yet I'm scared that the choices I make would soon make me pay./ Lyrically forgotten in the words I speak./I've always wondered when will I peak.// Now I understand why I stop writing poetry./ Because everytime I write I confuse everyone including me.

alrighty then