Observe people as characters,
One thing Common,
The air around them, the elevation, the aggression,
The heat became my obsession.
When i see a cigarette butt in the corner,
I feel like a Loner.
Looking at people having a kick,
I always felt like a Lunatic.
Surrounded by clowns,
Looking around,
The stic went round and round,
and when thoughts and actions demanded synch.,
I really started to make rings.
(Coughs) Not the day, but the need,
took away my sleep,
compelled me to drag my paralyzed heap.
If this elevator never stopped,
and the rabbit always hopped,
not to the classes,
but in the desert.
Puff in & Puff out,
That screech in my head,
made my body burn... burn like a chimney,
motives were dead,
and there was something missing within me.
Having SMOX with(pronounce "weed") myself,
pursuing/(pronounce "Hash") climbing led ruining,
my inner soul,
but that innate need,
led me pound on th bowl.
Vision not clear,
Sounds created fear.
Saw my mind and heart tear apart,
I just... just want to restart.



