Ambition rises
Pop is sex and sex is pop.
Over the weekend, went to see the family. A long lost in-touch to the soft touch of their ghost hands. I fear the meet and greets, the many hoops of what it means to live by all these people's terms. If I want to get away, and really do things MY WAY I seem to believe it will be what I always told myself it'd be. You see, I really wish to meet me, alone along a hallway. I don't know if it's narcissism and I don't know if it's right. But over the span of my life, I remember back on times when I looked into who I am and.. I don't remember meeting me anywhere but naked in the bathroom, staring angrily through the mirror. I wanna be all of what I want. I want what I wanna because she told me she was going to bring me up.. but I don't know where or when..
So I see that all this time, I wait here forever. I could cry for my lost endeavors. And it's that fear of never finding my own way that because of these damn things I have to do, that keeps me in this encasement of overweighted shapes...
I'm going to be free and I'm going to get the things I need. At long last, I fear no man, nor the rising of the sun on my sin. I must move on from this aged era. Time has come, to rouse into the morning with a new sense of the night.
So tell me if ya see her...
Over the weekend, went to see the family. A long lost in-touch to the soft touch of their ghost hands. I fear the meet and greets, the many hoops of what it means to live by all these people's terms. If I want to get away, and really do things MY WAY I seem to believe it will be what I always told myself it'd be. You see, I really wish to meet me, alone along a hallway. I don't know if it's narcissism and I don't know if it's right. But over the span of my life, I remember back on times when I looked into who I am and.. I don't remember meeting me anywhere but naked in the bathroom, staring angrily through the mirror. I wanna be all of what I want. I want what I wanna because she told me she was going to bring me up.. but I don't know where or when..
So I see that all this time, I wait here forever. I could cry for my lost endeavors. And it's that fear of never finding my own way that because of these damn things I have to do, that keeps me in this encasement of overweighted shapes...
I'm going to be free and I'm going to get the things I need. At long last, I fear no man, nor the rising of the sun on my sin. I must move on from this aged era. Time has come, to rouse into the morning with a new sense of the night.
So tell me if ya see her...