Typical Timing

Typical Timing
By: Tyler Ross

I’m feeling the walls close in around me.
Too many thoughts have dropped me to my knees.
Just when I believed, everything was set right for me.
The blinds then covered with less light to see.

Temptation burns in me.
So, I ask you why; do I always end up here?
Left with questions that aren’t clear.
Consistent moments and no fear.
It doesn’t add up.
No sense in just lying.
Think I should be trying, but nothing is worth denying.
It’s typical timing.

At this moment, I won’t do anything.
I’ll stand my ground and think for myself.
It’s not so wrong to not go along, but we always come in contact.
A perfect ocean, I want to swim, but there’s a shark with a contract.

Temptation yearns.
So much concern.
So, I ask you why; do I always end up here?
Left with questions that aren’t clear.
Consistent moments and no fear.
It doesn’t add up.
No sense in just lying.
Think I should be trying, but nothing is worth denying.

The circumstance is bad.
I can’t react.
I can’t even act.
But, I won’t turn back, though I feel the facts.

Between wrong and right.
There is a chance in sight.
Moments are short.
It’s hard to sit still, even with a strong will.
My self-control overkill.
This is my thrill.