
So I've been dreaming of ways to make better days
Brainstorming schemes to illustrate fresh scenes that portray what this life of mine really means But by the end, I always find myself stuck
Planted in a muck full of ideas that are fucked because they never had a chance from the beginning
But while living in this constant state of confusion, under my own delusions,I came to the conclusion
That all I really need is some music
Music that can enslave my mind, while positively captivating my membranes and then when the song is over I'm still subjected to its orgasmic rhythms, creschendoes and tempos
Lyrics that paint my life so perfectly on a canvas, with my fears and dreams splashed in shades of grays and yellows
Upbeat or mellow
You see, although it is a major necessity, its not all that I need
Give me some poetry
First a blank surface and a pen or a pencil I call those two my favorite utensils
However I hardly eat my words, but yet I feed them to you
And all the words I speak are life lived experiences, making them true
Bestow me with eloquent adjectives so that I may attempt to put you in the know of my highs and lows
And then an listening ear that can withstand my passion and how far it goes
While I'm delievering my words
Can I lay amongst the air while you speak them softly back to me?
Can we actually ... roam somewhere higher than the first atmosphere,and if we can't make it that far lets just roam somewhere near , dwelling in a place amongst peace and more peace
Put my words on repeat and the world on pause
I'm seeking to be temporarily lost with a cause
Willing to rebel on the brink of hell
Cause' in times of stress ... I need to live a little
So I'm no longer stuck in the middle
I'm done seeking the complexities for now
And I'm welcoming simplicity and proclaiming my freedom out aloud
You see I am a black bird
Illuminated by a five pointed star
Content .. and ready to take flight.

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