Sunday, March 14, 2010

#4

I am way too rushed.

All the time.

Way too rushed.

All the time.

Can't see up from down.

Can't see wrong from right.

I don't got time to breathe.

I don't got time to be.

I don't got time for you.

And I don't got time for me.

But come into this world,

This solitary, freaking world.

And if you want a piece,

A nice, beautiful, happy piece,

Come to me,

Come here

We are trying to belong in this world.

You can't do it by yourself.

You can't do it with anyone else.

You don't have time for you.

And you don't have time for me.

come on...let's just BE.

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