by Eric Dulin
In My Mind
Poem/Song
This is what it’s like when you’re trapped in my mind,
Where dreams and hopes work to make you blind.
What can I say? It’s just me,
Bringing to light a perspective of things.
The world we’re in is a game of dice,
Flick of the wrist can change your life.
A lotta things come from what we call chance,
The good, the bad, the things that make you sad.
It makes me mad about the crap I coulda had,
Then maybe my dad would be proud of who I Am.
Don’t think I’m saying I’m from the hood,
But I can tell you that I’m far from good.
Sometimes you hope it’s all just a dream,
When you begin to break down at the seams.
But the difference between a dream and a nightmare,
Is that nightmares die while dreams forever haunt you.
The times may change but Life’s still the same,
Find myself trapped on a ruthless blade,
Hanging by an inch from the crowded edge.
Places like this are where men are made,
Far from any kind of help or aid.
You’re stuck with you past, weighs you down to the last,
All you’ve got left are the words you cast.
Now kids these days are talking trash,
Thinking it’s cool to pop some caps,
Win fights in school or bust a new rap.
Thing is they don’t know all the battles
Their idols endure just to pursue their ambitions.
Some just get that girls and drugs are tools,
And that smoking dope is the new cool,
Not realizing that they are the fool.
If you ever find yourself all alone,
Trapped in a cycle of an inevitable doom,
Where there’s nowhere left to run or hide,
You don’t need me to help you survive,
To give you fresh hope to start a new life.
Call a friend, maybe that guy down the street,
Anyone will listen with a couple rhymes and a beat.
This isn’t my idea of an intervention,
Nor an inception of a deception for misleading conceptions.
It’s just an outlook on that thing we call life,
In hopes that I can save or change a few lives.
This is what it’s like when you’re trapped in my mind,
Where dreams and hopes work to make you blind.
What can I say? It’s just me,
Bringing to the light a perspective of things
Analysis:
This poem is set more towards the youth of my generation and my reflections on changing society. The youth generations are starting to lose grip and focus over what is important in life. Many are too afraid to stand up for their own ideas as they risk being targeted by others. But trying to be someone you’re not only leaves to conscious disassociation, which only makes things worse. Being yourself is a right everyone has, and you shouldn’t let others take that away from you.
