Try to say… (What’s on my mind?)
Every time I try to say, it gets me in trouble
Break an imaginary line
Find no words to define...
I am myself, through better or worse
And I feel that I have it well..
But I would just prefer my cave to dwell
It is where I sleep, where I breathe
Where my imaginary friends can make me believe..
But don’t let these obscure words, enter your ears..
When you could look into my eyes, and tell me how you feel

You could find a revelation through sleight of hand..
Just don’t wither and die, in the center of the land.
The center of the plan, the middle of your head..
Holds the oceans that still move in December
You just choose not to visit them..
As the autumn leaves can still fall..
Half a world away,
But only in October… do you give them the time of day
To sit for a moment, and observe the patterns
But at night these leaves, are not lit by lanterns
The dark phase passes all..
And it takes time to endure a moment alone.

The future seems the clearest while in absolute sobriety
But my vision commonly becomes obscured..
With intentions of relieving anxiety..
If one major void in my chest could be filled,
Then a universe of potential would avoid being spilled
If I am the autumn tree, in the middle of the summer
Then you are the cold, dark ocean…caught up in December
The fish all arrive, depend… and go as they please
And the new rising current, will shortly begin to leave
But don’t get down, and catch a bad thought
Because as far as my movement, I could become your rock..
Secure as the sunset, that shines upon your face..
And a perfect moment is awaiting, as soon as you turn the page
It may always remain idle, underdeveloped and under explored
But if that may be the case then what could be worth fighting for?

There are figments of imagination that cannot be explained
And all our power in this world is focused through our brain
How can I dismiss this time as a fluke.. as an impossible thought...
When all the energy in the room was focused on what i sought?
I have seen what most eyes do not see..
The conceptual blast of color, with my eyelids as a screen..
The message deep within my chest, buried within my soul..
And with all of the knowledge that comes from this magnificent unknown..
I have come to one conclusion, one that floats above the others..
My connection is out there, and a spot lies unclaimed..
Where our spot that awaits in the clouds, is kept after her name...
A place that I will reach, when the timing may be right..
But what could it possibly feel like.. if that time became tonight

why to call the shit poo?

you are a silly muffin man

This is the greatest day of my life!