slump years/fall '19

A year late and a hunnid thousand short Including them hunnid days when i thought that i was bored 500 Beats i didn't make, because i didn't have it in me And now, procrastination's started bleeding into envy How he having and i'm not? All this passion that i got? All this depth within my thoughts This regret for what i'm not So forgetful, i forgot The consequence of lacking consciousness This is all that happens when you have to look for positives (Instead of actually having them) I wish i knew you when i needed to I wasn't seeking you, or anybody else I don't believe in keeping people on a pedestal I know that life beyond the present is inevitable Everything's eventual Eventually, reality has to supersede potential And then it's there, you have to sit with yourself Are you happy with it? with you? How long until you notice that the problem is you? I haven't done it yet I mean, i've taken time to self reflect, there's just some things i haven't said To me they haven't happened yet I hope they never do If heaven's real then hell is too I'm scared to picture where i'll end up in between the two