Bowl of Life

October 7, 2009
I don't ask for much
Just give me rock n roll and your touch
sunglasses on my face and the clothes on my back
Sit back, relax lay with me on life the love sack
Give me a life, give me a love, I live my life and thank the God above.
Thoughts muffled
Brain jumbled
Inspiration comes with motivation
Frustration comes with complication
You say you see with your eyes
Instead, try to see with your mind
Life is psychedelic
Comprehend it, you can't
A bullet to your head
All the words that can't be said
Splattered, blown onto a piece of paper
Boredom suicide, looking for a savior
Look at me and look at you
Two different people isn't that true
Eyes deep that can see through a soul
What can you say? My demons I can't control

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