Pay Your Dues

All of these stories and nothing to say
Silence like a gaping wound
If it pulls wider, will my heart fall out?
Would that be bad or good?
My thoughts so rapid fire
Disjointed streams of synapse
I can only express them when I write
Or am impassioned
The more I speak, the more strange I feel
For taking up rented space
I must pay with wit
I must pay with craft
I must pay with song
I must pay with ingenuity
I must pay with creation
I must struggle to stay in the black
I could go red at any moment
Quickly now
Pay your rent
Pay your dues
Prove in every second
Of every minute
Of every hour
That I deserve to exist
I blink at you
I can not connect while my mind reels endlessly
All of these stories and nothing to say