I was busy fixing other's life
But who fix me?

Rushing down the bustling streets,
Bumping into one after another,
So many goals, too much to accomplish.
And in the midst of all the chaos,
for a brief moment,


                            I can feel her once more.

We have no place to go but into the light
Born into lives casted off and undefined
We get so busy living lives on circadian loan
Hoping to forget that not one among us is owed another dawn
So we count our memories like blessings
Closing our eyes as each one goes by
Painting stories seldom told of the air we can't get back
And of the lives we'll never know

I’m getting better
it’s almost easy to brush aside the trivial things in life
when the world turns so quickly around you
when time is no longer something that is given freely
and the days are counted by the tasks that need to be done
I like being busy
because then I can’t think about myself

24 hours chasing me
too early to seek shade
too late to hide in the shadows
no rest, no pause, always forward
stop
and I will be history

Tick tock!
Tick tock!
Don’t you hear all those little noises?
Do you see the things that just aren’t right?

Oh please straighten that and make it look nice!
I hate when things are so messy and unorganized.
If I make it look better... then it is better!
No one needs to know that there was once a mess there.

There’s no reason to cause alarm.
No one needs to know.
You’re having guests over you must be your best and everything must be in order

Tick tock!
Tick tock!

They’ll be here any minute!
Oh, my! Oh, my!
Do you have everything ready and in place?
Do you have the hors-d'oeuvres all set up and ready?

Do you have the candles going?
Is everything in place?
Are the pictures on the wall and straight and nice.
Can they see the smiles?

Oh, my shirt! how is my shirt?
Is this too bright or is it too dark?
Is it too big? Or too small? Is my hair neat and in place?
Should I wear shoes since we’re inside?
Are my pants the right color should I go change?
Is there enough light in this room?
Is it too bright or too dark?

Oh, here they are! it’s time to greet them all. I hope they enjoy.
I hope they really do.

Going here, going there.
Everyone wants to be everywhere.
Buzzing around like busy bees.
Chasing every blowing breeze.
Hoping that the next thing will make us happy.

Green grow the rushes o
Green grow the rushes o
When it comes to be a song
Let it be then
What is wrong?
Dont you see this forest mind?
Dont you see me come along?
Green grow the rushes o
My confession; me, not drunk
Blue
Purple
So pink and what
Many colors on the top
Moon is shining in my skull
Forest growing
Green and green
But green is drawning inside blood
Blood of haters blood of eyes
Green grow the rushes o
How this song just got my mind?
You don't owe me
Yes I'm done
Last word
My, mind, surreal...