Of everything I used to be, all my music, all my poetry, all my ideals, they are waste in nothing. I wanna love none, but who I used to, I wanna dream none but what I dreamt off, every nightmare has flown out my head and I'm left with nothing.
"When youa re gone, be gone forever"
"Kharma kharma kharma chameleon"...
Everyday i step away and away from that ageless poet I used to be, I do liek myself know but I miss me so terribly, I miss my sense of expectation, I miss my high hopes, I miss everything that dwelled on my heart. Now I'm just a different soul walking the same body the steps don't echo to me, where have I gone? If anywhere...