words

i find when im writing
the words im dividing
leave a clear picture
of the life im surviving
but when ever the writing
becomes less exciting
then the life im living
it comes time for deciding
stoppings not an option
thought its often concidered
its not that i dont want to
im just a bad quitter
and when ever my finger
gets close to the trigger
and i feel all boxed in
the world gets bigger
the picture gets sharper
and the words more defined
yet when i redefine them
where can i put the line?
i search and i search
but again the answers are hidden
id give the days of my life
for one true to life vision
a glipse of the future
and what it has to offer
but i kno that that vision
would only make me softer
and it wouldnt really make
the fall any nicer
even if you kno your dreaming
it still hurts throught the nightmare
so as i focus my words
nouns adjectives and verbs
i look for a rhyme
thats truely superb
but i find that im lacking
what ever im seeking
i want to possess it
but the secrets not leaking
so ill finish speaking
talking and tweaking
all of these words
untill they have meaning