|Favorite book:||The outsiders|
|Member Since:||Mar 21, 2013|
On my left side I'm constantly thinking
Over analyzing thoughts, such as what causes my eyes sudden blinking
And who goes there, or who said It
Retains so much information that I say "I already read it"
It's crazy, it's like a little powerful machine system
Its filling up, collecting so much of this retrieved wisdom
That I've stored up, over the years
Re-coating the chipping paint that is covering my fears..
On my right side i'm constantly thinking
Putting rhythmic meaning to the feel of my eyes blinking
Questioning who goes there, wondering why he said it
Been trapped in so many fantasy worlds, hogwarts & narnia?, I wish that's where I was headed
It's crazy like a beautifully chaotic colored canvas
contains so many whimsical thought that I can't believe that it still stands it
Or stand up
Sometimes I think creativity is inadvertently used as a cover up
But I keep adding more to the slate, not allowing it to be plain
Which left 'uncolored' causes insanity, leaving me insane
But that's life and I will continue living all these years
Re-coating the chipping paint, redesigning my 'fears'.