Do you know whats right for me to think?
Because I can’t but I need to.
It’s all so blended together it’s clogging my lines of thoughts.Should I be disappointed with this society or should I be fighting for this world?
“ Some people create their own storms, then get upset when it rains. ”
Now we look away as we soon cross eyes, and as if my soul wasn’t in grey scale mess already, a few more coal is dropped inside.
How many more steps deeper into the fuzzy water until we reach the madness?
I walk amongst pretty girls wearing heart shaped sunglasses. I can’t get what they’re saying when they wear their glasses, when I can’t see past the skin and clothes. I can see the words but don’t hear the meaning.
Monologuing masks again.
“ Maybe I love too much
and maybe I show too little. ”
Grab certainty by the hand and dive into the void.
Drown the thoughts that weight you down and then let it all sink in the mist.
Float back to a shore of uncertainty, where you feed on your dreams and get drunk with ignorance.
