sometimes i feel disconnected
not quite rejected, but separate in my own way
i think about my young age, my crazy ways ive been trying to cast away
seeking, searching, maybe pray, that I can smell each every day
through a clean nose and clear head
I must remain this well-read,
I'm well-bread so it shouldnt be that hard
except when im handed some pinot noir
but its mere romanticism
the real poetic schism in my psyche is just like me,
its so beautiful but frightening like heat lightening in georgia,
and tightening our borders,
man why do we try so hard to keep the world in order?
i guess we must, we gotta trust, or we'll just bust
as a people, a race, a face, a breed
we all gotta look out for each other's common needs,
but then there's that thing greed, its green and spreading everywhere
man I hope that disease never touches my air,
I think im good cause my airs pretty clean,
and im seeing pretty things, life is pretty pristine.
i know it could get better and one day it sure will
but now im happy breathing in this air, its so real!
this wheel, this round thing we are spinning so close to,
this circle might get smaller til u realize its' choked you,
but the day will come when you realize you've broke through
every chain, every thing, that's made you feel insane
its all part of a game, but you can win it
i love this world and I'm so ******* happy to be in it.
Mar 17, 2012
Mar 17, 2012 at 3:07 AM UTC
sometimes i feel disconnected
not quite rejected, but separate in my own way
i think about my young age, my crazy ways ive been trying to cast away
seeking, searching, maybe pray, that I can smell each every day
through a clean nose and clear head
I must remain this well-read,
I'm well-bread so it shouldnt be that hard
except when im handed some pinot noir
but its mere romanticism
the real poetic schism in my psyche is just like me,
its so beautiful but frightening like heat lightening in georgia,
and tightening our borders,
man why do we try so hard to keep the world in order?
i guess we must, we gotta trust, or we'll just bust
as a people, a race, a face, a breed
we all gotta look out for each other's common needs,
but then there's that thing greed, its green and spreading everywhere
man I hope that disease never touches my air,
I think im good cause my airs pretty clean,
and im seeing pretty things, life is pretty pristine.
i know it could get better and one day it sure will
but now im happy breathing in this air, its so real!
this wheel, this round thing we are spinning so close to,
this circle might get smaller til u realize its' choked you,
but the day will come when you realize you've broke through
every chain, every thing, that's made you feel insane
its all part of a game, but you can win it
i love this world and I'm so ******* happy to be in it.