If you think my appearance is something strange, you should come take a look inside my brain.
Sometimes you\'ll see it not absorb any words, other moments it will repeat them so much it will think it was ours.
Then comes the rhymes that never fail to flow, good or bad they will always go. Building and destroying many wonderes things, in the blink of an eye it\'s nothing or everything
I\'ve just gone for it all of my life, no need for asking how to do it right. Crying when I\'m told to be tough, loving when I\'m asked to give it up.
There is so much energy from people in this world, that keep singing, drawing and playing with \"it\'s\" swirls. Every new day I\'m beginning to understand \"it\" more, I have the power to actually change \"it\" at the core.
For that is my \"it\", not yours. We all have our own rabbit hole to find, what tricks \"it\" plays are unique to us. There are no rules but no one talks about the club, \"it\" will never get above ground if we don\'t look up.
Now when people say I have \"it\" I\'m thankful for where I\'ve come from, when people say I\'ve lost \"it\" I know what they see. It\'s just their imagination, running away with me.
As \"it\" is everything and nothing, going on for eternity. I\'m not thinking we\'re only human, my brain is saying we are the glue that lives and breathe
Thanks for seeing my galaxy, where there\'s no fire just electricity. To fast for the eye to see, must be why we need to dream. To then awaken \"it\" in our reality