I always tend to be
Inevitably unseen the antisocial me
Supposed to be distracted by the voices of reality
The fallacies, the lies
And everything in between
The absent minded lies of those that try to fall down to their knees
It's poetry the way I feel
And how I wish to be
The alternating form of thought
The magic tongue I wish to speak
It's deep
The music of all that is and all that is to be
The beats the rhymes
The rhythm and lines
That's pumping through our mp3s
And so sometimes it's hard to figure this out
It's the doubt
Leaving more than questions about me
So what
If I'm really down for the count
I have nothing to lose
Sometimes it's a good thing
Nowhere can be a good place to begin
When a win is nothing more than over dreaming
And one day I'll look back at where I've been
And feel right with all
Because at least I did enough
It's magic that lovely thing that we call melody
The quickly changing pace be keeping thing
That sweeps us of our faltered feet
It's real
The dividing line withdrawing us from what's to be
What to see
Who you you are
How you feel
And your beliefs
When dreams pertain irrationality
I aim for thee
Not held down by the concepts of brutality
And honestly I see
The thorns surrounding we
As the people as the free
Forever cast from ecstasy
And so sometimes it's hard to figure this out
It's the doubt
Leaving more than questions about me
So what
If I'm really down for the count
I have nothing to lose
Sometimes it's a good thing
Nowhere can be a good place to begin
When a win is nothing more than over dreaming
And one day I'll look back at where I've been
And feel right with all
Because at least I did enough
I am the student
The guesser
The oppressed and the oppressor
The image of moderated life
Nothing less no better
So I'll write a million words
So the that everyone will see
That I am not yet even close
To the one I aim to be
It's me
The day I've finally come seize
Is a long one
A broad strum
Leads me back to free my self
To free myself
So sometimes its hard to figure this out
It's the doubt
Leaving more than questions about me
So what
If I'm really down for the count
I have nothing to lose
Sometimes it's a good thing
Nowhere can be a good place to begin
When a win is nothing more than over dreaming
And one day I'll look back at where I've been
And feel right with all
Because at least I did enough