Oh,
day by day.
The world slips me by,
but its not so unusual,
but what is the reason,
the becoming mind,
within us is something great,
To be a writing hand,
silence so unique when I stand,
Finding my rhythm within something,
be it the music surrounding me,
Its....
Wordless,
frustratingly so,
something within your grasp and mine?
Confusion so insane,
and the world is saying it doesn't matter,
so right that is to me,
People are falling,
and I am standing,
or maybe the other way is correct,
however it all depends what I have defined it as so,
to me I can choose what you say,
and what you mean,
not because I am right,
but because that's how we live,
if you said a word,
It would be my choice to hear you say another,
and simply go on.
The problem doesn't exist does it?
Its insanity to many when we do this,
create our own world,
and follow it ourselves,
but...
sometimes this isn't insanity,
this is how we live,
we have no other choice,
and we have to believe ourselves,
we have to move on,
and continue,
and sometimes we won't stand once that is shattered,
or maybe we wont stay real....
You say I am stalling to death,
I say I'm waiting,
for the world to make sense......
(if you wnat to comment tell me your thoughts that came while reading..the emotions you felt while thinking...i know grammatically its not perfect but its not the style as the influence i want to know...enjoy!)
