Current mood:

contemplative

...i don't remember writing this?
the radio is trying to make some point with trains and death.
i 've books and books strewn about, reading 5 interchangably
going cross eyed and becoming less cross
i finally believe what you said.
and i know what i want.
and i'll get it.
i've won the bet, i've paid the price
soon i will reap the rewards.
and i'll make them repent.
i have been carving away at this land
making it into my won image
of what it ought to have been
and i speak volumes of my land
didn't you once tell me
you wanted to see it through my eyes
throw your bastard beliefs to the wind
define it rather then be defined by her.
defy the lines you were colored into
provoking that manifest destiny feeling?
was it not destiny?
i've never seen a dreamer with eyes shut tighter
you've hanged pan with a necktie
an alligator just ate the concept of time
and now he's hungry for you
somewhere between landlocked and lost at sea
addressing the breezes and raindrops to a memory back east
gives you all the more reason to stay locked inside
shackled to port window to a world that does not exist
and you protest the feelings.
and you're startled by mirrors
and it's not any clearer
you're growing to fear her.
allow me to steer.