I'm a rectified nut. An idea ****. I'm fine, as long as I hide the signs. It's whispering lines in my sleep that makes my secrets hard to keep. I'll try. but really just don't care I don't care if you stand and stare I'll wear a tutu get your own and it goes quiet and I'm alone. The fizzy clouds and fluffy pop this lucid world confuse me not for I am paper, you are rock and I'm the key and I'm the lock. Pick up the pace and race on forth I'm bored, this world just won't move forward. "Mundane, find I the sounds of day." Good lord, don't judge by what I say. It's true, we met when we were young, But since then we've not got along, You choose I and I choose We, I think your mind is alien to me.
About: My struggle to cooperate with my own mind and habits.