Inspired by the strange thoughts in my head
Going round and round like a cycle full of theories. Walking backwards while my eyes step forward. Drenched in openness --- I see what's best for me, but does best for me see what's for me?
Even when I close my eyes I can still see, smelling your scent like a fiery candle burning in a small bathroom. You're right in front of me, yet seem so invisible. Speak to me and tell me why I can't live inside of you, cry to me and tell me why I can't breathe the air you breathe.
I'm looking for a presence in particular
These are my words. I'm yearning for something real on both ends maybe even a fairy tale. So don't judge me, don't look down on me...I'm searching, let my search be free. Who's life is this? --- The one who dreams, the who blank stares, the one who sings inside, the one who believes beyond what is said...shit the one who is me...its me, so don't judge me, don't belittle me..can I be me, let me be me.
I aspire far too much, I do way too less
Can't make up my mind, scared to do the righteous thing engulfed in the dumbness of the world, insane trying to be numb to the game. Go figure --- my heart quivers, my voice shakes, my eyes rolls. What's going on, things have changed,,,, times aint the same. I'm just tryna live and breath at the same time (even though I know thats impossible). Tryna slips through the cracks before the monster grabs my back. If I blink too long I'll miss the light that beams through the shadows of the night.
