downside to a downside, i'm spinning.
spun.
nowhere near extremes and yet,
and yet, it caves in all the same.
i'm twisting twisted little emotions into submission.
the urges, they drive me more than ever.
drive, drive away from a heart,
stretched, worn and expended.
it's ended; over, done.
with new rooms, new beginnings.
perhaps the bliss meant less than this,
lesser and less by the passing moments.
i'm no one; nothing and so,
i have no resentment or disdain.
but should the bell ring,
believe you me, i'll be sprinting for that train.
it just seems so fun,
i know that it is.
i know that i'd love living floating and fizz.
the control; controlled illusion,
it's me, it's my life,
it's my life and times,
with time well spent on wasting time,
debasing time, disgracing time,
turning time into my hastle.
i love it, i just love it,
and now i stink of letdown because of it.
no, wait, not me, i rise above,
like the mourning lover of a cold turtle dove;
i move on.
no one, nothing am i,
as are you the same.
you all! you all!
can't you all see?
i've outgrown my fairytales.
happy endings are illegit, ill-equipped.
i'm real, representing truth,
and i'm through with loving doves,
i'm looking more exotic,
i'm looking more free, more fun;
i'm looking for nothing more than silly love...