Canned or be canned..
Sometimes I stay silent not knowing what to say as I feel like I have nothing to give.
Other days I say too much and i struggle to swallow words not meant to exist.
I wonder about purpose.
I wonder about my purpose ?
I’m sure I know He knows it.
Sometimes the wall starts to close in a little.
I crawl away a little from the light, take comfort in the dark that is familiar.
I try to play a little,
But that feeling.
Just gnaws till you address it.
Little a hamster on a wheel
A fly in a wall
We try to live or observe.
So I live a little,
Observe to try a little
And hope I give more juiced to existence before I expire.