periods of loneliness, time spent in solitude
thinking, sometimes drinking, sick of phoniness
keep a real open mind state, at least i try
i had this dream the other night, i thought that i could fly
but woke up to stillness, dust in the sunlight rays
quiet, keep myself company these days
and times and write rhymes to let stress go
and take time, and try to rush less so
i don’t miss shit, life’s not short, it’s long
but spend time wrong, we can miss it
runnin round in circles, tryna catch breeze in a net
we all die, but it’s easy to forget sometimes
so we lose friends, and we waste time
try to acquire things, when we should take time
to think, sometimes i think i’m going insane
but i just take a deep breath and step out in the rain like

going insane don't notice the pain just you
in the frozen rain my heart's opened and unglued
unhinged a little off my rocker
i used to binge offa love unoffered
how i'd sing at the top of my lungs until i coughed up
realized i was strung on a ride alongside
the current of life, just on the wrong side
and if i'm all that's left it's still the strong side
time used to pass like autumn leaves fallin
through winter to spring, snow meltin with the bee pollen
to summertime and the livin's too easy
then back to school to learn how pimpin ain't
but the breeze seemed to pause outside my window
the rain froze to droplets suspended like a crescendo
still waitin on it to end though i hope it doesn't
call me crazy but you make the moment mean somethin baby i guess i'm

some say i’m lazy, others crazy
a combination of all the parts played by kevin spacey
rainy nights dainty ladies roses pan to my blood painting
brains on the white wall i guess i’ll never say maybe
though we’re trained to want till insanity i’ll take what you hand to me
tie it to a string and transform it into the sword of damacles
better than on point i sustain it like a sharpener
or gardener who talks shit for toxic furs
bark or purr you could try to arc a blur
but some light shimmer looks better than the picture sir
so save that chick for the wank bank if you
tried to catch everyone you’d be living in a bass tank
and that shit’s scary, unsanitary
chansey carrying her eggs without a sanctuary
so to clarify, we hail from a frozen stem
combined with some omens of the good witch gwendolyn