Ready

My arsenal still mediocre
And I don’t know the ins and outs yet
I can’t even tell a riff from raff
My ears struggling with the weaning stage

Yet these smooth stones always in my purse
I wake up every morning hoping it’s the last
I even fake my smile with both flesh and heart
Am I not chopped ready for walling your house?

Do not misread the peace though
Do not forget I was ready yesterday
I watched anxiety drown with other foes
But I guess impatience is here to stay