Saturday, April 24, 2010

i need a rubber to wash away my love
i need a mirror to see my beauty arise
i need a knife to kill my emotions
i need a killer
to kill my old man s thoughts
as i was traveling across my head
i found a river that was purring out your knowledge of what you are meant to be
i found some silence inside of a room of smoke
i found my freedom inside the lunatic s head
i lost my guideline and hate myself at times
i don't need money to buy all i want
i just want pureness and love that can come true
don't know my future but future is all i have
i ll keep on traveling to find what i ve got..

1 comment:

ODNA said...

fellow traveler needed.