struggling to fit everything into my day, i close my eyes and pray for a miracle

is this hopeful? well aren't we all. betrayingly optimistic, hopelessly hopefully.

is the grass really greener, i can make it greener, or should i be happy with my hue.

what to do, i cant be with you, but i cant start anew. im stuck in a limbo limo

cruising the highway but i aint in control... not yet anyway. atleast its comfortable. shit.

hey i like to go out in the rain, smile at the trees and the birds. kiss the windows and laugh.

i wont do things by half, not anymore. i know where that path leads, and its a dead end.

a blind corner, the foolish eye catches a false glimp of hope around the bend. and im hooked.

well i was. now im free. well getting there. walking like a man now. eyes cold. but eyes open.

who can reignite them? make em burn, make em yearn. skin. soft. warm. my landscapes are

mountains. valleys. plains. gullies and hills. it all starts with the chills. thats how i know its you.

and you are in my view, in my sight. who are you. arching your back. looking but not seeing.

dont live forever in that head of yours, or one day you'll look and ill be leaving. easing. taking the

weight of my shoulders and letting if fall. i flow like water and air. i release it all. i release it all.

now.

im clear.