Freestying

 What do you do when there is nothing to do, What do you say when words fall astray, flick em like ashes, But nothing is understood but this is missed, But nothing like a memory is to be reminisced, Gratitude is a new word everyone is using, misused though, Attitude is more like the tune I feel to often, my wavelength sensitive, its the way I live, its the adjective, a project, my dialect, respect cause I get none, and my heart weigh a ton, What's done is done but its never over, Sober or not the picture is clear, trying to get out of , hearing what I dont want to hear, Eyes closed real wide, who am I to decided, where do I hide, who does one confided in, when its deep inside they are hiding, like a hid in, I get hi den.