I don't want to burn like the sun
I just want to warm people with the heat
I don't need to part the sky
I just want to unite it
I never will heed the call and asnwer of what the world has preconstructed
I never will be quite what was planned
No need to reach and grab a star
If you can be the light that shines in your palm
Frustrating when your words are on the tip of your brain
But are blocked by that sensation to evaluate
No need to be that way
So when I walk around that cold street downtown looking for that light
Just be


shit man I thought that was good for a second but the thought process disrupted the result.
I feel like my brain is moving slow, and I don't know why. Maybe I will never know. Too bad because maybe I am just tired, or maybe I am just right.

How do you take all you have ever experienced and transform it into a medium that is comparable to what you went through? I don't know if it's possible.


fack