Lists of what needs to be done, people who i should meet.
Terrors I've given over and the taking of silence here in my familiar glass case.
Its time for joy, and the sun is shining about, if i had an aeroplane i'd go, fly to where it sometimes snows in exchange for some warmer clothes.
Start that cozy place on a high hill, where we all just go.
There is happiness there and no one would care about the shoes i wear, or the way my hair lays.
the clouds would open up and rain down and i'd have great love and with our intelligents bought and paid.
We'd live a life of creation and good art.
Thats what fuels a soul and i'm not going to kill mine off with Alcohol and other ish.
I don't mean to intrude, but this is all just an interlude.
because when i'm ready to get a real additude i'll be farther then the eye can see.
and i cant really wait for a life without negativity.
So i'll see you at the cozy place where it sometimes snows.
In a set of warmer clothes.