They say if you breath slower time it's self slows down
convincing myself if I had more time I won't just ponder around
Problems may soke down on as like intoxicated air
And yet the solutions are harder to find then they appear
They make it seem easy to find like plucking ripe apple off a tree
But now a days that's harder to find than a big Mac and a large sweet tea
I just want to do the right thing even if it's harder to choose
I don't want to look back and pounder on the misfortunes that I didn't set aloof
As I spent my time to terrible use looking back at the mistake I happened to choose
I only get to think about the future instead of living it now,  convincing myself I have more time some how
I contadict myself and I seem to do it a lot and about this time I can slowly see my brain start to rot

As your soul leaves your body to go paint up the sky,  your body inhales the smoke that is drying you inside.  I am not sure your aware of the path you have chosen but it is not my daily composion. Do you know your letting your soul run wild while your body goes on a rampage during your exile.  Are you lost and need to be found?  Or am I just trapped without knowing some how.

As I write this moon lit letter I think about how life can be clever.  From finding things you love the most to just the simple feeling of sand between the toes.  
The body can be easy to be please
Just as you are to me
Writing poems all day long and writing a few little songs
Life can be good and life can be clever
You just need to find that happiness that will last you forever

There are things within you that I know I can not see,  but I feel them move within you and they truly inspire me.  They moved me more than a passionet kiss that's leaps into my soul.  I can't but help feel this feeling that intertwines within my color changing soul.  It's so sure about everything you do, that it makes me question even all the small things that I do. It makes me one of a kind something I feel I'll never be,  but with you next to me we can conqore all there is to see.

The fluency of my name dancing of your tounge is like fame showering me with effection that is of the greatest of love
The sweetness you give me creeps into me
Sneaking its way past the gate,  so sneaky I would have never pictured this in my fate
Your aroma gets to me every time
Just like the strikes you give me with those dreamy eyes
I can't help but question and debate why this great love has showered me like some form of heaven that hails down from above

Traveling through this world alone,
As if my words carry no tone
My heart it beats a single beat
While my toes tap the rythme with my feet
I'm not sad or discoraged or even wonder why
We are all ment to live and then simply die
I am happy where I am,  even if it isn't much
Life to me is still worth so much
I don't have to be drowning with friends or pointless conversation that seem to go on with no expectations  
Words to me are just empty meaning,  simple things that have no true meanings
We all are here to feel connected but not by the empty Ness that words have created