The Plan

I plan to... write nothin too great
Nothin truthful, false or boring for u to opiniate.
I'm 20 n breathin. My teenage was just like u.
Explosive, Lively.. I too nomore trust my moods.
Annoyed in world, I too did believe my voice was heard
But am back with these spare glued rhymes n poor choice of words.
Rubbish. I sit my ass down n glare at ppl passin by.
Hang steady in my blues like an eagle in the sky.
I'm not too famous but my levels, i 'oughta graph'.
Grab on to a paper n a pen; make some sense outta that!