My teeth grind while I sleep
When I awake, I’m cognizant
that I was in danger, I think I’m safe now
Was it a sign or a warning?
Or, even in my sleep
does my mind play tricks on me?
A living nightmare is trying to be better
as things go from terrible to worse
And everyday you cry out to God
for deliverance healing and blessings
yet, by all appearances you are cursed
Hate-filled unknowns flock to X
I keep my face in the good book
I surfed the red wave, unfortunately
I am out of place in a Blue sky
The world is moving on, yet I remain
debauchery, clout and trends
are more profitable than talent
My how the times have changed,
Uneasiness attacks my spirit, Tiktok
