Random

I am a cosmic joke and the only one that didn’t get the punchline.

I stay up there, wishing I was down here. I come to them and they don’t see, don’t want, don’t feel me.

I like to think a lot of stuff, I’d like to make a lot of snuff, I’d want to be the better stub.

It’s there in my head, it’s trying to come, it’s there and it wants to be gone.

I’m tryin’ and tryin’, I’m trying, not runnin’, but it’s just too blissful to be so ignorant.

You want to be there, you want to grab my hand, you’d like me to come clean.

My body was just thrown clear, and I remained seated watching it struggle.

I stand in here, I stand on my feet, when you know too well I would so like to fleet.

They come and they go, they part so innocent, they don’t make much sense for them, and little less for me.

They favor us, but we don’t do things that would make us proud.

Everyone is just too perfect for others, everyone should shut the hell up and apologize.

You don’t get the beat, I’ll give you the beat. I’ll make you feel it, I’ll make you like it. I’ll certainly make you taste it with your puny thoughts.

~ de epudeoras pe octombrie 18, 2008.