empty jar (poem)

Another random set of thoughts from Neight Staring at this empty jar Makes the moon shine Even from a far And makes breathing seem less hard My hearts beating Still feeling like a prisoner Living behind these bar Not in the literal since More like a metaphor Use to write lyrics Like there was nothing more But now I'm feeling the writer's block Feeling like that part of me is dead Even though the clock still tocks Meaning life goes on And these materials are just props In this production Of my story There's nothing left for me I done seen it all Although I can take solace In the fact that my children walk When they use to crawl Standing tall Even challenging me at times Apart of me's like " why you little" While the other parts Proud that they got a spine Life is crazy ain't it We all got one Me I choose to paint it Not on a canvas More like a note pad Coming from a lost child That has no dad still I survived And Im blessed Because I'm alive Instead of another statistic Be thankful, you get to witness A soul that so gifted Whose destiny just shifted From bad to great Ain't too many times You're gonna get this Close to being able to listen To the journey That made Nate So pay attention Dont wait Till I'm in a casket To tell me how much you loved me Then it will be way to late