Sense of energy,   shoots right through
                                                you
leaves you numb,      rots your brain
                                       of pleasure,
leaves you breathless,     contagious
                                                  ****** cigarettes,
                      pressed against your chest

         stained,         dyed fingertips
                               nicotine in your creases,
         from her,
                      essence

            Jolts through your brain,
                      never missing a neuropath way ,
that look,                              gives it away

Engulf it,
                 absorb it,
             Extend/Expand/Divide

your scarf traces your cold skin, a warm smell of rain

wrapped up in favours, not your particular flavour,

       it’s bad now//it’s bad now// it’s bad now

                Do you just let things
                              IN?
Fly with it on a
                    WHIM?
            I could never be so thin,
      Holding up a barrier caging what’s
                          IN
It’s numb now// it’s numb now// it’s numb now

Let them flow,
           right through
               your tainted soul
             Show them what’s real

      It’s real now//It’s real now//It’s real now

Coming up from the ground
You see that light
The light that makes you perpetual
Like a feather flowing through the breeze
Deft as an emotion, clear as water
Im open to the world, i'm open to nature

We all have that empty pit in our stomache
When we cant see the sun for what it is
Blocked by the bleakness of winter

But you can get through, you can get through, just keep holdin on

See the forest through the trees
See the trees in the forest

And advice I can give ya, is to not give up
Stuck with  fleeting feeling
Of uncontrable variables

And that balance is virture,

We cant renovate the old, so lets change the new
We cant renovate the old, so lets change the new
lets start a revelotuion
New, new, lets make this world.

Honestly I feel on a deep level, subtle schisms of my surroundings

In a dimension where I'm opposite, I know everything, but nothing at all

and if you think everything in this second matters you are wrong

Invincibility, perfection, idealism is how I was as a child

but those barriers of honesty disintegrated, seeing the world and what it projects

realities not a honey coated dream, but one of realization

hearing the lies and cries of what became our generation

you would think change is bad but it keeps life going

self-criticism deteriorates your dreams, dreams your soul sar

so stop, stop, stop, letting the deceased thoughts of yesterday

harm you.

These words that flow from inside

Those words that make people feel warm inside

is it just a trick?

the gift of giving, gift of taking

everything is one, and everything is none.

different strokes for different folks

different stacks for different smoke

and the words that you blow,
you never know who it can stow

when you think you lost all hope
look outside in disguise
and see behind someone else eyes

different stroked for diff rent folks and the smoke that you blow
fills up your chest, with words you repressed.