Free Flow 2.0

sometimes I wanna scream,

sometimes I wanna dream

why can’t I soar?

why can’t I find the seam…

to be great?

 

it’s late at night,

I’ve got my fate

clutched in a bottle,

in a puff of smoky hollow

and it’s too

late

 

for what?

 

I don’t know.

do you know?

he-elllllllllllllllll, no.

 

so nowwwwwwww, what?

 

excuse me as I marinate

a new goal,

fueled by dreams

foot on the throttle,

soaring as I sing

these lyrics

with a soft poetic Truth & uh

please let my message seduce

ya

 

into thinking,

into being,

take ya from perceiving to

believing

 

oh please let you follow me

now please let me rest, see

just rest, see

can I rest, please?

 

hollow, so hollow, hollow, I

lost in the smoke and

too many broken bottles, I,

I’m out