Have you ever seen the pockets ?
My thoughts sit inside my sockets.
I only see when i feel.
Only, feel is as heavy as steel.
So when i walk i put my hands inside them.
Pen searching the sky's.
For something deep.
Patience makes man wise.
So does defeat.

I see them all the time.
Its just Pockets full of nothing.
Every now and then its just Pockets full of money.
Full of fear, envy, and sloth, so they never see it sunny.
Pockets full of red-handed people i see you running.
Keep reaching, keep reaching, now it's hard to find it.
So used to throwing your trash in there, never never mind it.
Set yourself unconscious, welcome to the blinded.

Pockets used for hiding.
Take cover from the lightning.
Big pupil needs tightening.
Why is it important for us to have these ?
I want my surroundings to be a product of me, that's why i pick 'em good.
Mine capture your focus and entitle your attention.
I use my pockets wisely, hence the quantity of tactic.
Pockets full of holes. I've seen Pockets full of acid.
I keep notes to myself in there. Reminders and prayers.
Usually it's secrets and worldly thrills that make the pairs.

Stick my hand down in deep to grab and ****** whatever is left in their.
Other peoples Pockets.