Misfit pieces of puzzles I find in my mind, tend to bind my brain to maintain sane train of thought till I go to bed. What am I saying, inside im dead? Have i become tame, a sign that I am led? Or is it just that wich lies with in has not been fed?
These lessons I've learned are nothing compared to what I yearn for. Till my desires I turn my concern toward, I'll just burn through my money, it's what I earn it for.
