Fun Guy

Infinte curiosity
The world is mine to explore
Its the same world as this morning
just somewhat different than before

Broken down analog thoughts
seems to hold my interest
Same thoughts i had this morning
just somewhat different than before

4 to 6 hours of utter confusion

You think slow is safer

Your going to get run off the road

speed up, because i cant tell you to

I pray you figure it out before the crash

Of the dreams

Either one of the two rooms

Your dreaming of me, and hoping its really all that i say
or, your lying awake, recognizing me for the liar i am

I want to be your rockstar, i cant amaze the world, but i want to amaze you

either way, just let sleep bring you peace
all and all, your probably better off with out me

Combustable Material

So much familar rage pent up inside
rising, rising rising, rising
I cant take this
I dont know where this came from
This is not poetry
This is ranting
This is confusion
Where is that opiate that used to pacify me
What was that opiate?
Ive switched between too many

no solutions

Floored

On the floor, nostalgic
trying to do my best Ness impersonation

Nothing

Im pathetic, forgotten forlorn and not even left to fill the images ive created

on the floor, nostalgic
childlike, rembering everything

Ignored

Im not forgotten, but too late this time, too late again for what i should have said

on the floor, nostalgic
tired, its been to long

There is no way to describe the confusion, so thus i sit idley

on the floor, nostalgic
too drunk to move

Seems to be the only exit, its not an addiction, its a cure the mundane