Dry

Confused, refused, reused and used,
Redo, revive and redone,
Return, complete and incomplete,
My life is starting to make sense
My life is starting to turn the sheet

I hate being in trance
I hate being in a stance
I hate being ready
I am ready but still unsteady

Will they accept me or my mind
What is my mind
is my my mind my intellect?
Is my my mind a disconnect?

You know we live by the book
Th book is a book of God and men,
By why should you be a script?
Should you be just more than a bit

I hate you little stars
You all seem to shine but only after hours,
You all seem glowy and smiley,
Only make me want to fly
But I know I am a river that had run dry.