it’s the year 2012, maybe my mind
is like a machine, the mechanics of Which
only work under the influence of..... YOU,
maybe it’s my time maybe it’s yours,
together time can become ours,
1 minute makes a life time, a life time
can make a minute, of which both
can make an eternity that’s all I have to say.
To make this for certainty I need your hand and your voice to be all in because when I’m not with you I am too free but what is free is free something that is inside of you or is it something that Society chooses to be. It may seem I’m playing the game but who is reading between these lines.
Insanity? What is it? Who’s insane, is it
thw so called “normal” that see the
insane or is it to blame, or is it infact
you that clocks time inside, don’t try and hide
all these feelings deep inside loose and anguish,
my brain is dry I give up no more that I should try