All Over the Place
Can I say something? I think my minds funky!
got me feelin like a caine junky,
but I stick to my mary and my peanut butter chunky,
like a looming depression i just can't link to one thing,
Brush off my shoulders, stay proper, stay shining,
OCD,
keepin' it nice and clean,
have my aura settin off a bright and powerful gleam,
cause im just not one to sweat the littler things,
guess I'm just on a mission for happiness and freedom,
but if i was really trying i guess id try and free 'em,
emotional things ive kept in my mental kingdom,
along with things I wish were said,
failed ways to move ahead,
habits i just couldnt shed,
its not a place I often tred,
thank god no bloods shed in your head,
there'd be enough to paint the walls red,
with the battles raged where common sense often fled,
When keeping my control of it all is a job within itself,
and i only take the position to monitor my health,
because peace within my mind is my own form of wealth,
and in life we come to find we really can need nothing else,
seems though now I'm running low,
keeping my mind running slow,
it's putting on quite the show,
so as much as I'm working on saving my glow,
the radiance,
I embrace the chance,
for a second glance,
allowing out that feeling of feeling entranced,
that's what will happen when you stop the chase,
decide to settle for one's beauty and grace,
you hope you found your soul-mate, so don't wait,
there's always less time then we count on,
we're all just hoping heavens not a big con,
not to offend, and not to defend, just not to pretend,
that anything is certain when it comes to the end.
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