riding this bikesailing through the fogfollowing the river of asphalt,poking out from the blurredgreens, yellows and redsupon nature's pillarsthe air ..
centrifugal forcearms out stretchedtingle of the fingersvision spins drunkheart poundinggravity drops the bodyyour thoughts lift my smilethy spirit em..
here I amby myselfthinking of everyone elsewhat did I do wrong?I guess I did it to myselfsocially unaccepted for being differentrepulsed by my thought..
look at my smilesee my confidencewitness my swagembrace my handshakesoak in my lieignore my paindon't look at the tearsstay out of my pillsmuffle out ..
is it selfish?this gun in my handmy time is up being a manI have lived my life the best I couldgrowing up in this sequence of eventsthe journey for my..
Normality is in the perception of one self at a certain conciseness. What is normal, normally, may not seem normal when your high or drunk. So really ..