heading out
say i'm nearly done
i'm only half packed
leave the space behind me
lookin like its ransacked
picked out nothing
look around like that's wack
wish I could get my mind
to just stay on track
dilly dally wasting time
on no! now there's less
now i'm pressed
let me waste more
with a panic attack
it gets old
until you really step back
notice how you react
and what that attracts
don't let trapped past get in the way
that's a trap
when you're tryna stack
and only when you truly want
to change
you make that pact
to you higher self
to make the choice of what you wish to attract
imagination seems abstract
til you see through the so called real world
as nothing more than an illusive act