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Surrounded by chaos I can’t hear myself talking
Society’s my headphones and reality’s my walkman The air feels heavy this oxygen is dead weight Dodging all these curves trying to get my head straight Life alone, man, I’d enjoy the company Dreams of desolation begin to comfort me Please see what I say let my voice be your glasses Hard to be heard in a conversation of masses Become a pilot, Put my mind on auto pilot Your thoughts like ultraviolet light, give stanzas life I write to balance the constant bustle of my brain It keeps me awake like homeless stuck in the rain In the river of life with two paddles, no raft Trying to stay afloat dodging planes that crash Stuck in traffic jams or drowning in loud crowds I dream of daydreaming, with my head in the clouds Locked in a box stuffed full of commotion Feel the undertow grab and drag you into the ocean Sucked through Seas of lunatics that act lazy Electronics and a populous that’s crazy Voices of reason drowned out by ringing phones Circled by neighbors , breaking hearts that are homes Searching for something that has yet to be seen The warmth of comfort and a life that’s serene I’d swallow the winter just to warm your blood Let you walk on my soul so you don’t step in mud But your faces look empty and filled with void Impatient and just very annoyed I learned not to extend hands in this rigid arctic Hands are frostbit by the frigid hearted As sirens can be heard way off in the distance I wander around and get lost in existence Hammers of noise crack dreams like glass Snapped out of silence by a piercing smash A man builds a house of visions without cash No light of friendship so he works in the dark With I beams of trust building houses of hearts Only to be demolished right after he starts Emotions are stairs they go up or down Secrets kept in basements deep underground People equal storms so he insulates for rain Keeps feelings to himself no matter the pain Lost in his work with gratitude for solitude This house has neither latitude or longitude He makes escapes through his blueprints Traveling this earth without movements If winds picked up destined to tear you apart He’d offer you shelter within a house of hearts
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