******.
     Dauntingly so.
Haunting light.
     Emits,
From hazy heads.

Crystals to my cranium.
Crepuscular rays in my hair.
Homeless is how I'd like to be.

You,
Were a wisp of cigarette smoke,
Waiting to be taken by the wind.
A flame dancing madly
And then
   Drowning,
In the wax.

This **** really fries my brain.
Wish I was on the road.
Playing guitar all the time.
Moving.
What is it about now that
keeps me in ruts?
I wish It was raining.
It would fit well.
The mood.
Woods.
Those trees keep calling me.
They feel like home.
When I'm sitting amongst them.
In the decay,
Of pines and leaves.
This **** fries my brain.
I feel distant.
Farther in my head.
Eyes more like windows.
Not sure if I'm an odd one.
Or if I'm just crazy.
My handwriting is bad.
As much as I write, you would think,
My hand writing would be better.
All those curls can't hide these
shaky hands.
Well,
Shaky bones tell me the winds are coming.
With the thunder;
Mystic changing powers.

Social situations stress me out.
My head is full of **** and I'm full of doubt.
My friends all say that I should go out,
But social situations stress me out.
I wish I lived in a different time,
Where it was alright to be the quite type.
I'm a ****** in strangers eyes,
The few friends I've got, think I'm alright.

I like hanging out with my shadow,
I like the sounds of the trees.
I find comfort in the dark,
While all my friends are fast asleep.

Inside me, I feel,
All alone and unreal,
Far away, across the sea.
A private island made for me.

The sails cackle and laugh at me,
The sailors point at what they've seen
A crazy man, without a home,
A desperate man, all alone.  

Reality crashes with the waves,
And I am left with the shattered remains,
I try to piece together what ya said,
But it never clicks inside my head.

If I could change one day in my past,
It'd be the day my boots beat the path,
So I wonder, how it could be,
If my gypsy soul never touched my feet.

I had a lady and she loved me so,
But the road you know it owns my soul,
So I wonder, how it i could be,
If my gypsy soul never touched my feet.

Dont fall in love with us travelin' kids
We'll break your heart as we leave with the wind,
So I wonder, how it could be,
If I could love a little longer than the season of spring.

Maybe if I was a better man,
But now I sit here wonderin' if I can go on
Yea I gatta keep on

And you should know I'm the king of bones
I'll rip out your spin so I can stand on my own.
Once I'm in, I'll tear you apart.
Leave you naked, bruised up, cut up, and exposed in the dark.

I've got my cigarettes I've got my ****,
All to keep my feelings under me,
In the mirror I see empty eyes,
So I roll myself a doobie and I look towards the sky.

The consequences of my wanderlust.
Are tears from the faces I have touched,
To my friends, Im sorry I'm gone,
I'm doin well.

If theres a welcome Ive over stayed it,
American dreams are overrated,
Sun sets up on mountain tops
thats where you're ganna find me.

I've got no money got no land to defend.
My journey will never come to an end.
Sun sets up on mountain tops
Thats where you ganna find me.

My gypsy soul and me.

Without a home,
And doomed to roam.