The grass is green and overgrown The sound machine is Out of tone It’s hard in this world Alone
It’s all just tender expressions Spender of cash On dreadful obsessions Sender of trashed Vocal confessions
In the worst time I always loose focus All these great lines How do I show this Can you rewind
All of a sudden I just don’t care All this lovin I’m just not there Give me somethin
Get up To the world Its happy If you make it that way Your loved ones
Can start with Difference Everything, you go with Same Do gets This but What remains.... Truth, do not wait
I think outside the box Because I’m off the equinox I can walk and talk But I’m not a paradox Because I got the lock
I saw you... You saw me I saw you Then God was born Helen
I am the paper inked And I am the paper I am the thoughts that think And I am the thinker I am the final drink
Huhges questioned A dream deferred I read it Then my dream occurred Just do
My mind has three sections Front Middle And Back And Back is important
I feel it everywhere But yet I only care How I’m getting there That’s mine and They have theirs
Can we grasp a feeling Thrown so carelessly? As we take our seats Beneath the thinking tree. Looking at it all
My bed makes my body ache And this cannot last. I made a huge mistake Thinking of the past. Swimming in a frozen lake,
Perfect placement Peaceful patience Unwritten statements Grass and pavement Than the wave hit