Laying here dreaming
staring at the ceiling
wasting the day away.
The world's flying by
out the window outside
but that's just really okay.
Contemplating, scheming
Thinking life's beaming
around me, giving me the
satisfaction I need
to think about life
and where I'm going.
Dreaming
Scheming.
My life is going somewhere
I don't really know where
Sometimes I just lose my way
I'm too scared to move on
and I don't stray away.
But then I wanna see
that Italian tower leaning
and maybe I could leave right now.
But if it's too far,
I could jump into my car
and take a little trip downtown.
Thinking bout my life
and where I'm really going,
I know who I am right now.
Like a caterpillar cooning
A butterfly blooming
No more assuming anymore.
With a cross in my heart
and Jesus in my soul
I know who I am
and where I wanna go.
With trust hanging by
and friends clinging near I've become me.
And I know who that is.
Samee, some people go their whole life (me included) not truly knowing who they are. It's a curse I tell you. I envy what you have, hold on to that tight, and never forget, who you are, and where you came from. It comes in handy when you look in to a mirror.
This had a total rap like rythym to it. Each line had its own begining and end. Put a beat to this, and its on.
Okay...
So these things are always hard to fill out but I suppose I'm going to try to describe me as best as possible.
My name is Sam. Some people call me Sammy poo, Sam Bug, or simply Sam Loo. I'm .. more..