Mar 30, 2006 20:13
soak it all in
into the point of this pin
concentrate it all
go ahead
concentrate
too much to compress
into this pin point
i cant impress
i start thinking less
is this the best?
the best you can do?
who will you
who will you tell
if you tell will they listen
heed your words
throw them onto me
fuck that
im done with that
i cant concentrate.. i need my thinking cap
there's too much it falls onto my lap
it's a foreign map
although it's part of you it's foreign
the unfamiliar city map pouring
pouring unto the tip of this pin
it overflows in
that makeshift tin bowl ready to be made.
can't make it big enough,
there's no way.
and to think, you tried to concentrate
all that into a pinpoint...
rediculous...
its rediculous.
after a few minutes
you realize this...
how could you think that...
why would you think that...
the stupidity in your weak mind
it overflows deep behind
that makeshift tin bowl
ready to catch all that you hold
ready to catch whatever you can't concentrate
onto that pinpoint
the pinpoint called forgetfulness
but eventually......
with practice
without cowardice
you can do it...
just do it...
not now...
...it's waiting
waiting for the power
the power that comes from up
up inside your tallest tower
but for now all i can say is "fuck,
I'm all outta luck,
just like a sitting duck
running amuck,
feeling like a schmuck."
eventually....you will see...practice makes perfect
...practice makes perfect...