Easy
July 16, 2008 – 9:29 pmWalking on broadway blindfolded
I am blindfolded
Stepping over puddles
With a precision of one blindfolded
My skin breathes the air of the rain
Yet I cannot willingly see
Where do you see yourself in
There are always choices
Yet what fucked me fucked me good
I want nothing
I lose the boy of the past
He smiles in the grass as I take shortcuts
I wish I could want things again
What do you want from
Artificial states come at 20 a pop
The clouds look like he saw them
And the ground is hot and happy
Barefoot blindfolded on broadway
My skin is old and it lies
The liar that kills the boy from the past
What do you do for
I am motionless
I turn the conditioner off at night
To sweat in discomfort
Riding on the back of a bike
Seeing nothing
Yet there was a goal a place to get to
What?
Nothing. I was just thinking again.