Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
FED UP
I'm fed up and tired,
My mind cannot sleep.
I'm constantly wired,
My eyes always weep.
I want to spit in the pond of life,
Take control by the neck.
For once, neglect the knife
Instead of creating a wreck.
This night is late,
The desire to sleep has faded.
To discover something else to create,
So my mind won't be blockaded.
The want for something new,
The power to discover
Has led me to feeling subdued.
In the clouds my mind now hovers.
Here they are, my random mood swings
Stained upon the paper.
Who cares what tomorrow will bring?
The moments of my thought, I'll savor.
January 24, 2005
Suge
My mind cannot sleep.
I'm constantly wired,
My eyes always weep.
I want to spit in the pond of life,
Take control by the neck.
For once, neglect the knife
Instead of creating a wreck.
This night is late,
The desire to sleep has faded.
To discover something else to create,
So my mind won't be blockaded.
The want for something new,
The power to discover
Has led me to feeling subdued.
In the clouds my mind now hovers.
Here they are, my random mood swings
Stained upon the paper.
Who cares what tomorrow will bring?
The moments of my thought, I'll savor.
January 24, 2005
Suge
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