what now...

self reflection has gotten me to a point where i fail to want to reflect anymore.
what else is there to see if all that is in front of me is unfinished and incomplete?
well thats whats been told to me.
i'd like to think that over the years i've grown in large parts.
possibly not large enough if those parts are larger than i thought.

i could think for hours till there's a rumble in my stomach.
forget it
i won't leave those spot till that thought has stopped.

major conflict ions restrict me from happiness.
major confusion prompts me to halt.
is it my fault?

well it takes 2 doesn't it?
but apparently its a different category of misery.
yours being the unfulfilled
mine being the 'catch-up ur moving to slow'
oh..
i pray that a day will never come where we stand face to face as merely friends.
but in the end what else is there to say but...
the end?

save me

i get inspired from the voices in the sky
could it be the voices walking by?
the ones who save the day to say hey or hi?
or simply just a mellow fellow disguised as another passer by?

i'll never know but i'll take it as they come.
im reminded everyday there's a blessing to be seen
luckly its a fluffy dream of a blissful feeling


its all about the feeling you get when waking out of bed
and your elated, ever so rested.
its the simple things that keep me beaming from the pavement to the ceiling
yeah.. the simple things that keep me
simply put, im kept in peaceful solitude.
peacefully.