I come from
...the pit...
Deep within the acidy waters of my stomach
Deeper still...
From the soles of my feet
...still deeper...
I'm diggin
Looking for a place to hide and
Dare I say it...
Temporarily escape my mind
Because I have come to realize
...Sometimes...
I think too damn much
Overanalytical of shit that
Doesn't really need to be analyzed,
Yet, I place life under a microscope,
Every detail to be scrutinized
Think that maybe
If I stopped thinkin so much...
I'd be alright
Focus on that which is in front of me
Look upon things with kid's eyes
Because children see things so plain and simple
Never overthinkin
They want the simple anwers to the hard questions
Otherwise...
If it don't make dollars
It don't make sense
And they move on to some other form of entertainment
...That's simpler...
So I got my shovel & I dig
Because the holes I dug before
I filled
Simply coverin up the bullshit
With my dirt
Was hopin to
SIMPLY
Walk away from it all
But in my thinkin
The bullshit haunted me
And I started thinkin
In life, where did I go wrong
So focused on my footsteps before
I can't gage my next...
Makin things out to be more complicated than what they are...
I know this is hard to understand
Shit I'm jus ramblin
Trying to sort through what needs to be dealt with
And what needs to be burned at the stake on display for all to see...
Workin on focusing.
...the pit...
Deep within the acidy waters of my stomach
Deeper still...
From the soles of my feet
...still deeper...
I'm diggin
Looking for a place to hide and
Dare I say it...
Temporarily escape my mind
Because I have come to realize
...Sometimes...
I think too damn much
Overanalytical of shit that
Doesn't really need to be analyzed,
Yet, I place life under a microscope,
Every detail to be scrutinized
Think that maybe
If I stopped thinkin so much...
I'd be alright
Focus on that which is in front of me
Look upon things with kid's eyes
Because children see things so plain and simple
Never overthinkin
They want the simple anwers to the hard questions
Otherwise...
If it don't make dollars
It don't make sense
And they move on to some other form of entertainment
...That's simpler...
So I got my shovel & I dig
Because the holes I dug before
I filled
Simply coverin up the bullshit
With my dirt
Was hopin to
SIMPLY
Walk away from it all
But in my thinkin
The bullshit haunted me
And I started thinkin
In life, where did I go wrong
So focused on my footsteps before
I can't gage my next...
Makin things out to be more complicated than what they are...
I know this is hard to understand
Shit I'm jus ramblin
Trying to sort through what needs to be dealt with
And what needs to be burned at the stake on display for all to see...
Workin on focusing.