PLUSH
Bluelighter
How does one write something blown?
Sometimes there are so many thoughts,
Floating around my head,
I can't really decide what to write.
So i just end up writing my thoughts as they come to me.
But do I write for other people?
I don't think so.
But sometimes people like it,
not often though.
Maybe its a songs lyric,
or the kiss of a starlit vixen.
Like something I wrote once.
Prancing around on the moonlit eve of tomorrow,
Playing with the starry eyed dazzle of this new girl,
Maybe shes the one?
Probably not.
Just another in a string of conciousness that fills the void.
Yearning for someone to REALLY listen.
And not just be concerned with the attention I GIVE THEM.
But then again, girls are great.
Sensitivity with your emotions.
Tear down the walls.
Can you see me yet?
I can C U.
In all the dazzling glow of the awareness that is you.
Everyone, everywhere, all the time.
Sometimes things fall down though,
How do you know when to get back up?
A life spent in excess is a life well lived.
How else are you supposed to get off of the damn life support?
Everything is an influence,
Even the finger of the man in your face.
YOu know what I say
Give him the finger back,
only shove it up his ass.
Maybe then he'll quit trying to rape us.
I'm not sheep, maybe you people are sheep, but I'm not sheep.
I'm getting out of here.
Someday,
Somehow,
Someway,
I'll find freedom.
Sometimes there are so many thoughts,
Floating around my head,
I can't really decide what to write.
So i just end up writing my thoughts as they come to me.
But do I write for other people?
I don't think so.
But sometimes people like it,
not often though.
Maybe its a songs lyric,
or the kiss of a starlit vixen.
Like something I wrote once.
Prancing around on the moonlit eve of tomorrow,
Playing with the starry eyed dazzle of this new girl,
Maybe shes the one?
Probably not.
Just another in a string of conciousness that fills the void.
Yearning for someone to REALLY listen.
And not just be concerned with the attention I GIVE THEM.
But then again, girls are great.
Sensitivity with your emotions.
Tear down the walls.
Can you see me yet?
I can C U.
In all the dazzling glow of the awareness that is you.
Everyone, everywhere, all the time.
Sometimes things fall down though,
How do you know when to get back up?
A life spent in excess is a life well lived.
How else are you supposed to get off of the damn life support?
Everything is an influence,
Even the finger of the man in your face.
YOu know what I say
Give him the finger back,
only shove it up his ass.
Maybe then he'll quit trying to rape us.
I'm not sheep, maybe you people are sheep, but I'm not sheep.
I'm getting out of here.
Someday,
Somehow,
Someway,
I'll find freedom.
