Between being informed or ignorant, is there a more relaxed prison?
Do we all go down in history? I hate how my friend's words echo through the day.
"Now that we were born, we must die. The hardest part is to make something and survive in between."
I would love to think that I am a spirit of energy and youth.
Positivity can grow and bloom.
Trying to keep a smile on everyone's face, even my own.
Although I tire from the futility of my future demise.
Go Big Or Go Home:
The subtle message installed in all my songs.
I dont want money on my mind. Never meant for it to happen. I just want to think about sunshine and girls.
Sometimes, maybe things would seem less dire if I didn't have a family.
If it was just me and the road, well,
my chin would be held a little higher
and
maybe I could write down some verses.
Can't quit now. Cause I have wings with chains to a world that doesn't care about my name.
Later Days
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