oh it hurts
and it hurts even more
to know that you got the knowledge
but no capacity to use it
that the brink of your knowledge is spilling over
but the capacity is empty
empty as it may seem
the word that keeps turning few hundred heads with me
the word that keep me awake in the night
the word that haunts me in the brightest day light
the word that seems to spin the world around
the word that has no might in its sound
now down to the dust
it is hard to bear
that my capacity is full
and my knowledge to find it bare
no money in my pocket
the rent due to be paid
if im evicted i could add another word to say
im
jobless
im
homeless
im
laid bare
once more to find my way...
