Tour De Force (Spoken Word Poem)

[Verse]
My Tour De Force
Seems to be my stored remorse
Inside of me
With no recourse, society
Apportly forced like nearby hearts
As slow and heavy steadily toward
Like ligaments inside an active coforce
Who are sore-r when they clamor on sand by the shore
Never sort endeavors out
Clever, sort of, a lack of drowning
Inside responsibility, assuming life offers invincibility
And tranquility without killing me villainously
But it severs innocence unsung like broken broke calliopes
And forcibly stops sobriety from sin
It drags me into sadness with a lack of soliloquy
Unwillingly feeling like a [?] ability
Or a lack of ability
Because every time I talk about racks, and I lose my humility
I move further back into the mind that is history
It's hard to see a man who was once blistering
Listening to the same beat tirelessly and doing it willingly
To make a fulfilling song that is drowned it until mystery
Is sitting in a seat trying to have an epiphany
As to why I try to make songs that have a lack of christening
It's sadistically basic and statistically lazy
And it [?] like it was a baby
And I [?] them anyway
Why do I choose to never make symphonies?
I- never made a song I thought- is worth listening

[Outro]
Why?