Missed the Line

Just drink carbonated drinks and I'll be alright
Would it be complex to be repetitive?
Or bother to make this simple line rhyme?
Speaking of pictures is numbing to the dry mind

When the weight of their words is slowly pulling me down
Burstings of colours, red white green mahogany, makes me feel
Like I want to be somewhere else to sing their words
To sleep, to sleep, to sleep, to rest my dear head

But mercy and prize seem to be at ends with each other
They speak the same stanza and I want to be caught up
In their glorious daylight of jumping outside of paralysis
Is this the bucket of lines that've waited for me to write

Boast, we boast of things to say and the money in hand
But who would think that deadlines become day and night
Listen to this front of words when it speaks to you this
These words are honest, not eloquent, loud, not unspeakable