The wild is a place you don’t go
without a weapon
The heart is a place you don’t go,
or mess with
Don’t let me start rambling, the room knows the echoes won’t stop
and the world knows the thoughts won’t leave til you’re caught
It’s okay, if your brain doesn’t sync straight
No one thinks normal, and that’s okay
I want to inhale, throw and walk on, every mistake
your concepts of sounds, I see color fades
It’s always the vocalized concepts
forming sounds with meaningful definition
The yellow flowers dance on my bed,
I want freedom intertwined with discipline
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