Unspoken

Living in sin city
Is like the horror of a train wreck

Im wishing i could upgrade my status in life
I need cash
Less anxiety
A meaning to live
A reason
Less problems
More good luck

God, Sin City is such a train wreck
Suddenly being plunged into a dark space
 No positivity


Looking for a way to express myself
I feel like im living in the wrong city
Im being drawn to live by the woods

Wheres my good luck
Im ready too rise up
Be the woman i was meant to be

Im ready to do yoga at the crack of dawn
With this glorious view of the forest and mountains.

Why?

Because i am glorious