While I Sit Alone In This Room I've Got Crates Full Of Sorrow Even More Filled With Shadows That I Fish Out And Ridicule When I'm Feeling Lonely. I'm Lacking Sense, But Bound In A Very Specific Direction It's Phenomenal And Unprecedented It's A Chip Of The Old Block And A Step Up The New Ladder. Mr.Scribe, I Write To You Pen And Penchant Aimed To Pour Over A Fool Left With No More Rhymes I'm Poetically Franchised. I'm In Charge For The Day In Terminal Wanderlust I've Excited My Worst Thoughts Exorcised What Was Lost Am I A Bad Seed Sprouting Up Or Am I Not? I'm Not Sure What Sad Is But Listless I'm Not My Lists Are Never Ending And My Emotions Aren't Store-bought And Tears, They Either Deceive Or Endear Me I'm Your Little Golden Nugget Collecting Dust Bored With My Own Stale And Directed Thoughts In A Place Where So Much Life And Loves Abound It's A Amazing How Little Tempts Me From My Glass House