Free as a bird, I let my mind fly.
These words are my wings, this paper, my sky
Chillin' in the living room, lo-fi playing in my ear.
Not a care in the world, I feel peace not fear.
This **** is hittin' and I'm just here sittin'
Thinking about life.
I'll drift away on a sea like I always do.
I don't know where I'm going yet.
I'm lost without a clue.
Don't find me.
Nothing is on my mind, yet my thoughts are racing quickly.
I feel fine, but somehow I am still sick.
I'm getting lost and I don't want to return,
I know there is a lesson here,
But It's one I have yet to learn.
Burn, like this green when I light it.
Burn, like my lungs when I hit it.
Yeah, chillin and vibing and drifting away.
Nothing on my mind.
I hope I see another day.
Free as a bird, I let my mind fly.
These words are my wings, this paper, my sky
By: Thomas James Tom.
11/10/2020
Nov 10, 2020
Nov 10, 2020 at 8:54 PM UTC
Free as a bird, I let my mind fly.
These words are my wings, this paper, my sky
Chillin' in the living room, lo-fi playing in my ear.
Not a care in the world, I feel peace not fear.
This **** is hittin' and I'm just here sittin'
Thinking about life.
I'll drift away on a sea like I always do.
I don't know where I'm going yet.
I'm lost without a clue.
Don't find me.
Nothing is on my mind, yet my thoughts are racing quickly.
I feel fine, but somehow I am still sick.
I'm getting lost and I don't want to return,
I know there is a lesson here,
But It's one I have yet to learn.
Burn, like this green when I light it.
Burn, like my lungs when I hit it.
Yeah, chillin and vibing and drifting away.
Nothing on my mind.
I hope I see another day.
Free as a bird, I let my mind fly.
These words are my wings, this paper, my sky
By: Thomas James Tom.
11/10/2020
