Even though I know I probably won’t Be able To read That... tomorrow...
Something exciting was about to happen I could feel it like energy running all through my body
This morning I’ve woke awoke with almost
I feel so good love is in every form I get what I need always It’s a gift
What we can’t have... Addiction... Self Control... Games... Choice...
Do you think if people thought about tomorrow would it change today for them I wish I could have better control over my feelings
I was running To catch the horse In the snow From the bus I jumped into
I could trust you but you won’t let me It’s easier to not care than it is to care The load has just
The soft blood trickled as it fell it was like a faucet with a slow leak dripping My mind went blank
Your diluting how I feel All these questions all this applied distance
Do you live inside my head steal my thoughts? how do you know everything I need?
Who am I... But this old birdhouse Teetering Over the sea Waving around
You came To save me White light Flowed from inside I felt safe
I was someplace Long ago Small town It’s all black & white They’re going
Dancer, Dance under the pale lit moon To the aging familiar tune While daisies die