you see me
stop,
and stare.
to none you can compare.
its like im barely there,
but im there…
-
you know...
misfit,
barely seen.
by choice,
not with the scene.
ill free your mind,
lets chase some dreams.
a race through time,
not what it seems to be.
with no desire
but to free
the self
from all ties in the low.
on the low
im getting by,
im moving slow.
im tryna grow...