Input, grey
But just some days
Rain puts you in a daze
The mind puts your soul in a haze
Output, colors
Mystic rhythms
Hastic, spastic, plastics
Take it, or leave it all
We’re gonna, walk tall
We should talk more
We could stalk less
We mustn’t shout so proud
Speak all that is unsaid
I’ll let you have the rest
Give you my personal best
Yeah, 'cause love’s the frequency
Didn’t you know?
And do you get it by now
I can see you
Clear as day
And you see me
Night and day
And I wonder
Don’t you wanna,
come over?
Come on now
You pave your way
I stay where I belong
To no one and nothing
I am, everything
And I see anything, I wanna see what
you could be, and I want you to see
More and even less
Lay down your distress
It’s only a mess
Unless you invest
Time and effort
Spend them good
Buy yourself some food, ahhh
It’ll do you good
Heightens your mood
Don’t believe me?
Well, too bad for you
And it might sound cruel
What I gotta say sometimes
But you know
It comes from my heart
the place, where there sleep the arts
the spirit should know
the way to go
the soul though shows
the ego wants you to put on some shoes
Get outta here
I cry
I see you’re lying
I see you smiling just to get by
I feel you trying
To find, what never can be found
Fear of worry
Worry of fear
Can you hear yourself?
Doesn’t it just sound ridiculous?
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© 2019 D. Funofsky
