Mad About Ed

It is in our best interest to not follow suit

 Find our destination by taking different routes

 But i’m still yet to find a different route.

 It can be embarrassing to mount the horse again

 It’s hard to erase what has been written down in pen

 I’ve been ridiculed by all my so-called friends

 I’m still painting pictures of myself in my head

 Using only yellow and red.

 I’m petrified by failing every task I start

 Avoid confrontation with a palpitating heart

 And I hide my fears behind my art