talmbout
clockin in sometime in the am somewhere in Alabama thunderstorms it has been pouring all day, accompanied by last nights biting blasts eminently there's something therapeutic about the way the water hardly hits the glass delicately. Cleanse thy self and thy soul. It reminds me of the smaller days, when life was more simplistic-- you know... when you were three and you let all your opinions and objections go, evicting any thought behind bate--the answer to the debate doesn't change destiny, still No one could say no to you Dimensions and dynamical interactions didn't exist, you knew what to do continuously, firm and clear with your mental, always on another pinnacle but never stay at the same spot it's easy to get comfortable til it's squeamy not every word said is meant to me....you is you and me is me. I speak off the dome so you have to believe me, I don't compete cause a win to me is equivalent to a lose I cannot call home home if I can't take the shoes off my feet Every inch of my being is real, like what I'm saying, but is it the truth, admitting to ignorance is not meant to deceive the intention is to make you choose the path you take to cruise to the destination I, just like patient need time to heal Perpendicular to the nations twisted parallel ideals I, don't let them penetrate like the words you made me hear... "what you talmbout I love you more than I do me", Now the water's on my face, you couldn't tell but I sensed a salty taste What was it about the Rain?? the chilled intense rush I feel when the hit's embraced..