Sage.King.Fool

Falling out of bed as I wake Up. It raineth thunder still I fill my cup. Racing and wasting between the lines on a page. Old soul sage never acting my age. Crossing paths down a one-way road. I talk too fast but I think too slow. There's violence in the silence sometimes it gets Too loud. A king in his crown picked from the lost And found. I'm not a charmer but my tongue is sharp. Got no good reasons for the hole in my Heart. Bleeding and beating against immovable Walls. Just a fool disproving Newton's third Law.