When I’m stuck
I’m in a world of my own
I’m outside of space and my time zone
Flying on the back of the world
Sleeping on clouds
Listening to a whispering sound
When I’m stuck
I’m in a world of my own
Trapped in an emotional monster cyclone
The sun is shining
The wind has blown
The sky in raining things unknown
Wednesday, January 15, 2003
Monday, January 13, 2003
That Time
Sit back and let me kick you
the business
the emotional
the truthful
the serioius
the haters
the drama
the constant trauma
The life I live
the pain I feel
its not a dream
I know its real
I cant explain
I don't understand
what's in my head
what's my plan
what do I think
whats on my mind
you know what I think
it's about that time
Thursday, January 9, 2003
Wondering
Pounding on the window
is the sound of the rain
relaxed and in a trance
is what I contain
By the window I sit and admire
the way the waters
descend and expire
The sky dark and dim with a dismal tone
In a world of liars and cheats
I am all alone
Calling out in a silent cry
Why do good people have to die?
is the sound of the rain
relaxed and in a trance
is what I contain
By the window I sit and admire
the way the waters
descend and expire
The sky dark and dim with a dismal tone
In a world of liars and cheats
I am all alone
Calling out in a silent cry
Why do good people have to die?
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