The mind of this man
is not one to understand
for this he'll be ******
before it even began
he realizes this in lumber
why his worlds in a plunder
if his negatives outnumber
then would he wonder
why things are getting ruff
as he breaths in this stuff
to much time more than enough
one more day to act tough
he'll think of this and see
life's more than just me
turn the lights off and flee
runway to make believe
where he's stuck and he roams
in this place that's unknown
where he feels so alone
it's my mind I call it, home.
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 5:59 AM UTC
The mind of this man
is not one to understand
for this he'll be ******
before it even began
he realizes this in lumber
why his worlds in a plunder
if his negatives outnumber
then would he wonder
why things are getting ruff
as he breaths in this stuff
to much time more than enough
one more day to act tough
he'll think of this and see
life's more than just me
turn the lights off and flee
runway to make believe
where he's stuck and he roams
in this place that's unknown
where he feels so alone
it's my mind I call it, home.
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