Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Dizzying
Life makes me dizzy,
I wobble through my days
Running into various walls,
And stumbling upon random people.
My head spins, my eyes roll about
In their sockets,
Ready to fall out.
Ready for sleep,
The dizziness feeds off of me.
There is not one “thing”
Dizzying up my being,
Perhaps just life.
Life being a menagerie of good and bad.
April 18, 2005
Suge
I wobble through my days
Running into various walls,
And stumbling upon random people.
My head spins, my eyes roll about
In their sockets,
Ready to fall out.
Ready for sleep,
The dizziness feeds off of me.
There is not one “thing”
Dizzying up my being,
Perhaps just life.
Life being a menagerie of good and bad.
April 18, 2005
Suge
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