Is that a weird thing to say?
My thoughts have spanned so many possibilities,
All my freedom's in my brain.
And is that wrong to retreat into yourself?
I mean, if you still take care of those that you love,
Or appear to, sometimes you find a person,
Who really cannot feel that stuff.
My soul has floated through portals to another,
Place where I am lost but where all,
Is back to the place where all is possible.
Am I prepared to really make that fall?
And it's alright,
It's the drink that causes these inequities,
And though it's certainly fun while it lasts,
My guilt always brings me back to reality.
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