Just letting these words stroll on and on,
And as they go on it makes me feel more like im gone,
Which is my only satisfaction left from whats been going on,
My thoughts just flying away drifting away in a song,
Thoughts in which i seem to stray in for so long,
Dont even care if i dont know what to put in the next line,
All i care is that its mine,
My own, my thing, my turn to bring,
Something, yes something,
In which I feel that im doing something instead of shunning,
the shunning in which is continuously, coming
and i just need to hid behind, something,
cause if this continues my ears will just continue, to ring,
and each line is like an escape,
a narrow route in which i can take,
out of my physical body and into my mental state,
where i can hid cause if i dont i know at this rate,
I'll shake and make some sort of mistake,
and somehow partake,
in something that would somehow make me break,
so i run into these words until i can't take,
the endless thoughts and so lost that i can't even take in what is being brought,
into my mind,
and thats where i find,
a sanction in which i feel in each rhyme,
and i dont care whether im wrong or right cause this realm is mine.