mess in everybody elses heads but not mine
a sense of awkward weakness going down my spine
this and that, going through my head
how did i got up from this comfy bed?
things, things, things to do and make them happen
be the one who guides, the leader, the pattern
my own life
to bring a brighter light
for those who miss it
have lost themselves in this rootless night
i just put my fingers on the keyboard and that´s i made this great poem, i have no fucking clue why though.
and today is the last time i´m gonna work this year. finally a deserved brake from, school, work, arabians, and everything else that has brought me to this fucked up feeling.
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