dissasociation

today i realized

no i remembered

my head’s out in the sky
thoughts in the clouds
no joke i swear it

nothing beautiful that i saw
and i mean to say i saw it all
except i saw her. she’s so beautiful

the only light

in a cloudy day.

why can’t i be good enough for her?

been listening

to talib kweli’s eardrum.

inspiration flows
where it goes
no one knows
it always shows
keeping the time like big ben
checkin what it is when you check in
nothing like you put paper to pen
and the ideas come once again

scenes from memory

the cold dark road
met by the warm rays of sun
standing ontop of the world
watching as the day has begun
the sun pokes through the clouds
rises slowly, waking the earth
the view from the top of the mountain
reveals a valley of purple mist
and the closer you get to the edge
the closer you come to eternity
soon racing down the road
trying to outrun the sun
trying to run out of fun
exhausting your interest of the green world
finding that you can take it all in
even at breakneck speeds you’re amazed
and soon the sun is high overhead
a day spent following its arc
a day well worth the effort

seven

like a piece of art hung in the Louvre
i’m on the go, i’m on the move
yeah the Mona Lisa was a piece of work
a plain looking girl world renowned for her smirk

things aren’t fair for the artist
even thoughthey’re the ones who work hardest
and they’re the ones who push themselves farthest
no money for the masters or greatest
but theirs is eternal fame.

these are two separate, related things.