A Purified Mind
By Shane
I don’t write so well I don’t see so well I don’t think so well I don’t feel so well My mind a gun, it’s shooting blanks Shooting blanks I can’t tell if I’m well I can’t tell if I’m alive, oh well I can’t feel myself oh well I can’t be myself, well… My mind is a drill, Just looking for a thrill But doors slam shut when the powers cut I won’t be, what you want me to be I won’t see, what you want me to see I won’t feel, what you want me to feel I won’t love, what you tell me to love My mind is a book that was sold by a crook And it’s glued shut, glued shut I don’t think so well And… I can’t feel myself And… I won’t be myself until… My mind my ocean, it is open Free from pollution, my solution Is purified Written March 27th, 2002 © on Mar 27 2002 08:26 AM PST 10 • 0
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"I don’t write so well..."