counting
crumbled a pack with ten left to go, yet the only word that keeps coming out of your mouth is "slow". A year gone by, and so much more than what you said it would be. Seems like this time of year, everyone is circulating while i'm still calculating.
I lay at night and dream half awake. i wish everyone knew the true art in counting.
instead of counting down, counting forward, counting inside out. Try counting your internal clock pounding in your chest.
Cause nothing seems to flow like it used to. Not out of my lips or fingertips. But I try, like we all do each day, I try to find a way to carry my weight, plus the weight of some others.
Sometimes I fall, other times I cross the line. But the only thought that keeps racing in my head is "just don't trip".
I lay at night and dream half awake. i wish everyone knew the true art in counting.
instead of counting down, counting forward, counting inside out. Try counting your internal clock pounding in your chest.
Cause nothing seems to flow like it used to. Not out of my lips or fingertips. But I try, like we all do each day, I try to find a way to carry my weight, plus the weight of some others.
Sometimes I fall, other times I cross the line. But the only thought that keeps racing in my head is "just don't trip".