May 2015
Some days I start thinking about thing’s, things that make me fall asleep in my dreams. Every day is a new story, that’s how my life seems.
I got to close this chapter to wake up from this dream. It’s easier said than done, that’s how it seems. Pop a pill or two and my thoughts become clean.
Then I stop and think? How should I change this thing? My life’s a blessing, no more thoughts that scream.
I bought a bunch of roses and even got you a ring. No, she says. Then I start to think, what a stupid thing. I should have thought first before buying this ring. And for those roses, well that’s another thing.
Maybe I should close my eyes and count to three. Then open them up, this maze in my mind my thoughts become free. I should get a tattoo labeled someone help me.
People stop and stare, whispering, pointing fingers at me. I don’t really care my thoughts are now free.
Next time you come around and want to see me. I’ll be pointing my finger at you not me.
It’s such a funny place, the places I’ve been. It’s such a strange view, which my eyes have seen. Have you ever felt weak at the knees?
You find it hard to understand, is it all about me! I’ve got to take a walk to find the magic tree. Lay down on my back watch the birds fly free.
This weekend was lovely, no one there for me. Nothing but the sun, the beach and the sound of waves around me.
Jidos Reality 13.2.11
I got to close this chapter to wake up from this dream. It’s easier said than done, that’s how it seems. Pop a pill or two and my thoughts become clean.
Then I stop and think? How should I change this thing? My life’s a blessing, no more thoughts that scream.
I bought a bunch of roses and even got you a ring. No, she says. Then I start to think, what a stupid thing. I should have thought first before buying this ring. And for those roses, well that’s another thing.
Maybe I should close my eyes and count to three. Then open them up, this maze in my mind my thoughts become free. I should get a tattoo labeled someone help me.
People stop and stare, whispering, pointing fingers at me. I don’t really care my thoughts are now free.
Next time you come around and want to see me. I’ll be pointing my finger at you not me.
It’s such a funny place, the places I’ve been. It’s such a strange view, which my eyes have seen. Have you ever felt weak at the knees?
You find it hard to understand, is it all about me! I’ve got to take a walk to find the magic tree. Lay down on my back watch the birds fly free.
This weekend was lovely, no one there for me. Nothing but the sun, the beach and the sound of waves around me.
Jidos Reality 13.2.11
