I am manic... Can't eat... Can't sleep... I'm running outta time and money...
I am lost in something that we call life... But it feels like strife to nowhere....
I want to here now and not floating around the universe...
I am to busy... Lost my time in my head and can't get out....
I am solo... Not solo... Anyone have the real time?
I am still a lover, dreamer, and a friend....
I am still a poet, and artist, and a friend....
I do not paint often... But I rhyme sometimes....
I am passionate...... But not how u think....
I am not stopping... Even if it hurts bad enough I want to...
For I am a purpose... A reason... A future corpse....
We only have now... So I am being..... Me....
