Wild Demons

I find managing my feelings
Is comparable to taming wild demons
I often lay awake
Considering what's at stake
While I sit in silence and slowly break 
A pen and paper can ease my mind
But It seems harder and harder to find the time
Even the voices in my head tend to rhyme
As I comb my thoughts and try to act fine
I feel like the ghost of a suicide victim
Wandering around the solar system 
Im trying to shine in all directions like a prism
Yet I seem to lack the wisdom
What are the answers here?, I forgot to study
Life's hard plus it's a bully
It keeps on kicking me
I'm too big too be stuffed in a locker
I need a clear path to divide and conquer 
I bet I will still ponder
While old and in a rocker
If I ever find the answers I'll surely pass them on
Then maybe make the cheat sheet for my son
So he can battle life with clear lines drawn
With all questions answered before I'm gone

By LukeCoomer ©