In mind
Just to let you know I have you on my mind. I have more of a mind to mind my own business more often. It gets me into far to much trouble to get involved with anyone these days. These days go slowly ever dragging on to the music of my death march to only end in a long or far too short rest. Would you allow me to exorcise my fists upon your face or would you prefer me to put my mind to it instead? Which is more the danger? I feel like a dead battery giving it all it has to come up far to short in the long run and to be disregarded. Ever feel used somehow?
I feel like the dead battery all that's left is my bitter, acidic and poisonous words to calm the minds of those interested; that can't keep their noses out of it. Exorcise my boots on the back of your head or my mind on the rest of the absent world that doesn't care about all the things that should be cared about. The people we see are the people who live ion the lives of others. Let them take the keys to your mind and let them have yours. Drive your course and steer your belief. Sick of it yet? Let me continue.
Sharp as the blade that cuts or as dull as the one that leaves no mark? The problem with the dull blade: it leaves no impression and no scar. Draws no blood and draws no thought. So draw and be cut by the sharp blade that leaves you staggering for breath your blood and conscious thought pouring forth. It makes for a better story than someone who takes a blunt knife to you with their dull mind thinking they'll leave on you a mark.
I'm sick of these simpleton I see. I'm sick of the people that don't say what they think out loud. I'm sick of the people who don't try for the answer. I'm sick of all these people trying to leave their mark on me with their dull blades. Hit me with something heavier with more meaning and I'll be sure to notice. Find something original and hammer your point through another's skull. Leave your mark so they never forget! Never settle for less than you see can aspire to. I hate these people who ponder all the simple decisions that are thrown at them. Take your mind and set it to something.
Ever been sick of hearing about all the little things that everyone sees over, and over, and over?
Play you ace and win while you sharpen your knives, wit and think of something better to do with yourself.
-Andy
I feel like the dead battery all that's left is my bitter, acidic and poisonous words to calm the minds of those interested; that can't keep their noses out of it. Exorcise my boots on the back of your head or my mind on the rest of the absent world that doesn't care about all the things that should be cared about. The people we see are the people who live ion the lives of others. Let them take the keys to your mind and let them have yours. Drive your course and steer your belief. Sick of it yet? Let me continue.
Sharp as the blade that cuts or as dull as the one that leaves no mark? The problem with the dull blade: it leaves no impression and no scar. Draws no blood and draws no thought. So draw and be cut by the sharp blade that leaves you staggering for breath your blood and conscious thought pouring forth. It makes for a better story than someone who takes a blunt knife to you with their dull mind thinking they'll leave on you a mark.
I'm sick of these simpleton I see. I'm sick of the people that don't say what they think out loud. I'm sick of the people who don't try for the answer. I'm sick of all these people trying to leave their mark on me with their dull blades. Hit me with something heavier with more meaning and I'll be sure to notice. Find something original and hammer your point through another's skull. Leave your mark so they never forget! Never settle for less than you see can aspire to. I hate these people who ponder all the simple decisions that are thrown at them. Take your mind and set it to something.
Ever been sick of hearing about all the little things that everyone sees over, and over, and over?
Play you ace and win while you sharpen your knives, wit and think of something better to do with yourself.
-Andy
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