While you were talking,
i found my voice.
i am not sure you will like it...

i have set my mind in motion,
flowing a river of thought,
pouring  m
                   y
                     h
                       e
                        a
                         r
                          t     over the falls
    for you.

(sigh)

Are you listening?

Do i need to break it down for you,
so you can get out of the box?

The.  Cow.  Goes.  "Moo."

That's onomatopoeia.

MOOTHERFUCKER.
(.) period.

Can you dig it?
Do you need a shovel?

Where are you going?
i am not done yet...
i need you to remember me,
like gnashing teeth on
a mouthful of tinfoil.
i need you to pick me up
by my handle and shuttle
me there and back again.
Wherever, whenever, however, whoever...
**whatever.

I'm obsessed with recreating your hit, that natural high. Even with this unnatural stimulation, I'm not filling a void, but hoping to flood the same inspirational channels that have since run dry. You made me wet, dripping with emotions I thought I reserved for paper. But with you, the ink didn't flow from my pen. With you, the black words shot and swirled a world of white: each and every color imaginable. Now that you're gone, I'm back to black: a lack, an endless void of ink blots and crazy talk. And, now, back at my desk, these strokes are the gospel of a hollow man.

What do you expect from life,
I do wonder,
Life does confuse me,
And helps me think,
It makes up my mind for me,
But sometimes my brain seems to sink,

What do you expect from life,
I do wonder,
I don't expect much,
As life is a compartment of it's own,
Life seems to ponder upon me it always seems to grab clutch,
sometimes it tends to make me moan,

What do you expect from life,
I do wonder,
Life isn't always hidden but isn't always shown,
sometimes it's in the wind and the warm summer's breeze,
You can find it in a fish pond or even in art each different color's tone,
sometimes it slips into your tongue and mouth slipping words out with ease,

What do you expect from life,
I do wonder,
It's probably something yet UNKNOWN......

Sometimes I don't want I to be strong, I want to lean on somebody's shoulder,
Sometimes I don't want to be the rock, I want somebody
To be my bolder,
Who are you somebody,  I don't know just a wish and a Happy dream,
Who am l? I still have to learn, a ghost or just someone
I seem?
What my body and face look like is not who I am
Kinda like a wolf in sheeps clothing, actually a lamb
If I think about It i can be like autumn,  hot and cold
I can be very very shy or suddenly very bold!
Or my life is a poker game, never the same card
Can be very sweet and light or you lose and very hard
But you can sit at the table and hide with your sunglasses!
But  understand lifes an adventure, not many chances!
Enjoy or cry, grab today with both hands
Because tomorrow hey I who knows where it lands.

Life! X