(2012)
Why do they call it mist? Is it because the cloud that was a… Try as he might, the little cumulo… The little guy just wasn’t big eno… And so he fell back down to Earth
There are some photographers who a… They can never find that perfect v… Everything they see seems imperfec… And every picture they take looks… But this is not true to the eye.
I’m a screw up I really am I mean, No one else does what I do I’ve done terrible things
I’m so confused I don’t know what to say Why did I do that? It’s not like me at all I’m so confused
At first I was unsure Given the option, I would almost have chosen Sleeping in Doing nothing
The eye A window to the soul A portal from whence we peer out Outside of ourselves But you have to wonder
It seems like I’m missing somethi… But I know that’s not true becaus… I’m even using that special fuel… He said I could use it to run for… So far that’s been true
Just…waiting For the right opportunity For the right time For the right moment They say patience is a virtue
My Heart It lingers It longs And it wonders Because this pit in my stomach
I hate the media Because of things like this “Young man dead from unexplained b… “Youth dies in motorcycle crash” “Student shot dead after assaultin…
I watch her hands Dancing I see her face Sparkling And I hear it
I want to be that guy That, when I die, Everyone comes to my funeral I want to be that guy Who knows everyone who walks by on…
I’m a soul wrecker I’m destroying myself And I’m so blinded By the things in front of me Perhaps soul wrecker
I’ve been relying entirely on my s… And neglecting of my sword, Struggling to keep my helmet on in… I never learned how to use my swor… I know what I’m supposed to do wi…
Cold but refreshing Silky and soothing Pushing me onward Onward ‘till morning Her spirit is restless,