Hello everyone,
This isn't a story, a poem, a song, or even a good idea. Its a collage of jumbled thoughts.
I figured I would post it. Some of you may understand, some of you may not. Its the thought
process I was trying to capture. Good luck.
Brian
The way I see it
Mind is numb, black as the sun. Take my eyes I don't need them anymore.
Leave behind what is mine to make it work.
Stop, go. Move slow, yield. Fight the feeling in my stomach, take a purple pill.
TV's to loud, musics to soft. Find myself only to find others lost.
My resolve, to strong. My fear, incapable.
Don't worry, I'll see when I'm able.
Missing my seed, willing to bleed for my dreams.
Touching deeply, yelling loudly. It all eludes me.
I sit in the rain watching as my pain drips down my face
Watching the world pass by cause I needed some time
Just a little while longer on the phone I won't be a minute
Its all squeezed together.
Thats the way I see it.
Jumbled up schedule, something I can handle.
Born to fail, to die. To much input on tv.
Self help, save yourself. Plenty of milk and cookies.
To fat, to thin, open your mind, we surely arn't your enemy.
Commercialization of souls, sex sells.
Don't care, don't need to. Should you?
Think! In the box or out of it.
Make a choice, stand your ground.
Turn around in the wal-mart parking lot.
I sent a picture did you see?
Ill waste a little time out here, kids are asleep.
Theres chaos without, control if you can realize
I didn't know doing good could hurt so bad.
I'll head west when I can and east when I'm needed.
Maybe it should be the other way around
But thats the way I see it.
