Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
I ain't stoned but I think like I am
The night is my day,
Always gleaming in
My eyes, the gloaming
Knows my name.
Beyond that, I am
Faceless, invisible.
The stars are my suns,
Millions of them
Winking at me;
They know my secrets.
Whereas everyone is
Recharging, I am
Running around in
Fury, trying to find myself.
I am nowhere to be found.
September 20, 2008
Always gleaming in
My eyes, the gloaming
Knows my name.
Beyond that, I am
Faceless, invisible.
The stars are my suns,
Millions of them
Winking at me;
They know my secrets.
Whereas everyone is
Recharging, I am
Running around in
Fury, trying to find myself.
I am nowhere to be found.
September 20, 2008
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I ain`t stoned but I think like I am
I ain`t stoned but I think like I am
