sitting still alone in this bedroom for what seems like years
dont move a muscle, try not to breathe, not to feel anything
muted heartstrings, blinded peripheries
i build an island to hide from ought tos, what its, and capabilities
i'm a recluse in the crowd cowardice just can't speak honestly
in a shell called a body, a mind on the brink, everyone speaks vapidly
i respire profanity, i bleed disappearing ink
ashamed of what's not made
left to wither and fade
so many problems to sing away
so i surrender yet again craft a nest of cassia bark and twigs
on sunlit flames throw it all away a pile of ashes and broken bits
this is my life a path less paved
for better or whatever
never to far from
always just out of reach
supported by 5 fans who also own “Riding the Wave”
fell into Days n' Daze when I was travelling, thanks to some of my road dogs. I don't have that freedom anymore but I feel a piece of it Everytime I listen to their music. love y'all! thefool309