Tonight is unusual, my forehead is crinkled but my voice puts on the loudest gag when there’s something there to laugh to. My thoughts are concerned, but my mind is eager. My breaths are short but my chest is free. I’m exhausted but my body isn’t worn out. My heart wants to go somewhere, but at the same time it stops itself.
I’m all over the place.
I want realisation,I need a tunnel, I can’t bare the lost, I pray for a force. But time plays a factor.
maybe I’d find my own realisation, need my own tunnel, bare my own lost and create my own force, that way I’m my own time, my own factor. Under my breath, I miss many, beyond my soul, searching “C’MON, a bit more....”.But I’m feeling a new morning, with everything i need... to go on. Its Monday, the day after Sunday, Day 90/120.
I’m all over the place.
I want realisation,I need a tunnel, I can’t bare the lost, I pray for a force. But time plays a factor.
maybe I’d find my own realisation, need my own tunnel, bare my own lost and create my own force, that way I’m my own time, my own factor. Under my breath, I miss many, beyond my soul, searching “C’MON, a bit more....”.But I’m feeling a new morning, with everything i need... to go on. Its Monday, the day after Sunday, Day 90/120.