My mind races, so many faces, too many phases.
Am I a steam train?
Ouch! It feels like that steam rush is ripping my brains apart.
DAMN! this next stop feels like lifetimes apart.
Too bad I can’t be like one of those bullet trains
Maybe then I’ll track past fast from all of this life’s pains.
People like fast, they say hurry up
“Life’s too short, so pull your socks up”.
I don’t like that spin, it’s too primitive for me.
But NO! Down here I’m just a waste youth spilling unnecessary tea. It’s just an excuse they say.
A pile of lazy they say.
But when I almost stick a knife through my veins, “take it easy on life” they say.
Contradictory rules, foolish statements just to look cool.
Guess we all fools down here,so let me be my own fool.
There’s isn’t a tool worth fixing me nor a once size fits all fool suit sewed to fit me.
So let me roam naked on the streets of life
At least I’m a real fool without that fake look you would rather see me strut on a dim high.
Purple Empaths 