my mind
the mind is a terrible thing to waste or so i have been told this. is this true with all minds? for some reason my mind likes to play tricks on me. a really fuckin jokester. well i ain't laughin.
or maybe i wish i was laughin more about it.
so this is me walking down the street fighting with it. fightin to remind inside what ..
i push back the earth and walk. this is my peace.. from my mind i guess. i walk. i guess i could be compared to fuckin foster gump he ran. i do not wish to run i have nothing to run to or for so i walk instead. it can be really refreshing. it is also nice to walk at nite. i think about walking the streets and thinkin if anyone sees me. it is nice to not be seen sometimes. in this city with millions of people i feel not seen everyday at some point.
this is changing though.
sometimes when i have been fooled by my mind i wish not to be seen. but that is when i need to be seen. i need people to see me crying when i am walking. i need them to see the pain that is coming up from these pipes. it makes me real here. not just in the walking or the act of crying or feeling pain but knowing that someone is seeing the pain outside of myself.
i need this so i walk to free my mind.
you walked away from me. you gave up and i was always behind you watching you walk. the way you move your hands when you walk. you move your head with highlights the sun put in your head.
your mind is something i can not understand. your mind is something i will never know. and i tried to find myself inside your mind and came back to walking. walking behind you.
behind you
i am or was always right behind but you walk to fast for me and you walked away not me. i can't expect you to understand these things. you were never with someone that was right for you so how can i make you understand that i was the right one.
i walk now
i walk to get you out of me. i walk to remember what i am
i walk and i am not walking behind you anymore
my mind ahhh what can be said for you you fuckin brilliant piece of work.
or maybe i wish i was laughin more about it.
so this is me walking down the street fighting with it. fightin to remind inside what ..
i push back the earth and walk. this is my peace.. from my mind i guess. i walk. i guess i could be compared to fuckin foster gump he ran. i do not wish to run i have nothing to run to or for so i walk instead. it can be really refreshing. it is also nice to walk at nite. i think about walking the streets and thinkin if anyone sees me. it is nice to not be seen sometimes. in this city with millions of people i feel not seen everyday at some point.
this is changing though.
sometimes when i have been fooled by my mind i wish not to be seen. but that is when i need to be seen. i need people to see me crying when i am walking. i need them to see the pain that is coming up from these pipes. it makes me real here. not just in the walking or the act of crying or feeling pain but knowing that someone is seeing the pain outside of myself.
i need this so i walk to free my mind.
you walked away from me. you gave up and i was always behind you watching you walk. the way you move your hands when you walk. you move your head with highlights the sun put in your head.
your mind is something i can not understand. your mind is something i will never know. and i tried to find myself inside your mind and came back to walking. walking behind you.
behind you
i am or was always right behind but you walk to fast for me and you walked away not me. i can't expect you to understand these things. you were never with someone that was right for you so how can i make you understand that i was the right one.
i walk now
i walk to get you out of me. i walk to remember what i am
i walk and i am not walking behind you anymore
my mind ahhh what can be said for you you fuckin brilliant piece of work.