Weights in my pockets, wings on my feet, I'ma fly
By: C. Miller
Sometimes my lanyard hangs
like a 10 pound chain
weighing me down
Sometimes my eyes
burn
my heart
hurts
and I feel lost.
Sometimes my eyes see things
they don't want to see
My ears her things
they don't want to hear
My mind knows things
My mind knows things
it doesn't want to know
Sometimes life seems meaningless
Sometimes it makes complete sense
Whenever I think of it, it just depends
Sometimes it makes complete sense
Whenever I think of it, it just depends
My perspective is elective depending on what road I'm on.
My brains collective of knowledge eclectic makes the most of being alone
Dreams may come and time stand still
But my mind it never will
Free falling down to the extreme
Please come down and break the dream
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