Fueled by:
Ramen cups,
Dimes in the pocket,
A useless psyche degree.
Pen on paper,
Mouth to mic,
Emotions run -Freed.
Proverbial:
Anthems and swords,
Are all I'll ever need.
Because it puts:
Dimes in the pocket,
Fuel to the fire,
Not admired, but me.
But should I fail,
Should fuel run dry,
I'll start again, you'll see.
I'll still have those:
Dimes in the pocket,
Sword in the sheath,
And a dusty psyche degree.
