the season changing again and i wish i could say i was in-love with it
i guess it's unrealistic
expecting a stand-by-me
the clouds come and go and this
is when my faith is tested
caffeine-based energy in a closed loop
my creative passion playing catch-up
now I'm learning to unlearn things that I just learned
and what if i got rid of it all?
what if i couldn't go back?
now here i am
lying on the floor
staring the ceiling
the sky is changing and my nervous system tells me that I have been sitting too long.
that I gotta be changing too.
but here I am still talking bout my feelings,
setting up houses in the void but not even the void stays the same
i remember being 19
making holes in the walls
this reminds me of then
i avoid the color red
hide in the blues of the process we supposed to be believing in
the season is changing and i know there is joy ahead
but my words just seem to mourn the joy i have already traded