Tuesday, 27 August 2013

course of my history

How can you talk about the stuff
you yourself can't even begin to make sense of
-there's way way way way too much
so I made a mind map
and I realised this mind
its full of magical beautiful crap
this mind, this year, I swear
it's been, something else, 
the crowds, the cut ties
the ten thousand goodbyes
I ran away
twice they followed
a hundred times,  I swallowed 
my own words

many times/ times many/ many times
captured nothingness
in ten thousand rhymes
/it's my fault/
everything and it's wonderful
and shit, but now, how
do I make a hundred wrong things right
how do I go back in time
and just change the course of my history
-life/ forever it eludes me-