It's the music thats got you undercontrol

[spoon_fish_69]

My head's been killing me
not sure why, but it has

when my tummy hurts, or my head hurts
it makes all of me hurt and I am not happy

I can't enjoy anything.

I want answers, but what questions do I ask?
I look back and I see
I learn from me
how silly I could be

Where, how much further
can I travel from where I am
if it gets better with time
where?
could I possibly find my self
How happy can I be?
where
will I find me?

I'm thankful
I'm blissful
I'm made of clay.
if left out I grow dry

too much water and I am nearly nothing

but evenly taken care of
I can be shaped into
ANYTHING
EVERYTHING.

I'll close my eyes and think of winter
and snow
of ice and shoes

of wet spots in the carpet

I'll take my chances.
and I will live.