Dreaming of Mountains Words flowing from the fountain of my mouth, but ignited in my Brain and it all catches flame suddenly I'm insane with thoughts that I can't keep my memory's not that deep I need to save them, nourish them I write them down and flourish them this whorish pen, that always puts out loosens my fears and all my doubts I've gone without, in order to Go the key to life is Living to Know But I can't know it all That's why I roll the ball of curiosity, into everything I see and I wonder I wonder so much about so little but the little things matter there's no cat without the fiddle theres no cake without the middle the filling is what tastes good I've done some bad things but I mix them up and make good with myself and this Universe a potpourri of stars mixed with soil and fabric and electric-slide guitars I know who I are, and I know that's bad grammar but I take pen to paper and go harder than a hammer I don't stammer, I don't stutter my mind is in the gutter but I speak like a queen with a Dream and I'm only nineteen I've seen some things but freedom rings and the bell is on Earth so forget about Hell cause heaven is tangible if my life is merely manageable and I can do it with strength and my dreams at arms length they inch closer to my fingers as the breath of beauty lingers I grasp it, I gasp, spit ****! make this feeling last! The past, it's over I take this bulldozer to my attitude and solitude with gratitude it's Solid, dude.