gimme a minute here..
If I wasnt so I high
,I wouldent be so hungry
home is where you make it,
so my home is in outerspace..
and theres no clear cut way for me to go back
visit for the holidays.
the price I pay,is really just a toll
crossing threw the open road,blowin dollars in hopes this frontol lobe
at some time I could go back If my thoughts depart
or become hollow
but no hopes in a stagnet reality,
ive set a bar,
I can never let my past better me
out muscle future goals,k
how can this grow
I feel like Burroughs
,assuming death at every corner
when in reailty Ill probally out live em all
balls to the celeing tile as blood cliff hangs this nose
caught by my tougne
,the taste is bitter
and sorrow follows
but I swallow my problems and chalk it up for the better ment of the soul
this brain is a sponge
,I was hoping several years ago it was full
but atthe moment I feel like I could run blindfolded threw taffic picking up quarters
I feel like a sorcerer with these words,
procuring moral obligations to get myself threw the morning
accompany me for coffee...lets talk...you mean the world to me.
and I mean that.
the claws dig deep in this palace of sorrow
fallen next to the wall
displeasure written on my smile
and to think
we only squabbled.
follow this up with a thousand bibles and you still wont have enough words
to accuratley defile
define the pillars of this life so far,
at the center of the labryinth a menataur
I free base the sun.