2016¤7

I thought I had it all planned out...
I kind of understand it now.
All I ever planted here was sand of doubt.

I put a rancid pear in candy clouds,
Just keep it candid, let me rant it out!
Let me stamp my brow!

I borrow frowns like a foreigner, I scurry round.
Half the time I don't know what is real,
What's funny now?

Pen in my hand, while others have a gun in mouth,
I'll stand the test of time, I'm not running out.
Time! You're running now.