just a blue boy with a heart full of gold
misunderstood by all the things
he wishes he could control
he’s trying his best to feel whole
while trying his best
to listen to his soul
somedays i wish i could turn back the hands of time
and go back to the days
where i felt sublime
or should i say
divinely intertwined with ghandi’s mind
i used to feel inclined to share me with you over wine
now im dying trying to feel fine
stuck between laughing and crying
smiling and sighing
flying and fighting…
a wise man once said:
the best way to find yourself is to lose yourself
i say,
seek within and you just might free yourself
