Matrix piece V1

Well I've run that whole race
had good form, quick steps
but still came in last place
what a shame it is to get the finish line and see the tape already broken

And God Damn these metaphors I make up for my life
and all the haikus and poetry I write
As I'm writing this I'm asking myself
"Is scribbling it down the same as shouting it out?"

I guess it comes from my inability to speak my mind
when it comes to matters of the heart
I would be content to talk with and make fun of her all day
just don't make me tell her how I really feel

I underline, bold and give her italics
in an effort to show her how much she means
but in the end I trip up
and stumble
and lose the race.



just an F.Y.I.
contrary to popular belief this poem isn't about a specific person