the mold

no one knows me
but i know myself
i like to ask questions
for questions' sake
im crazy and spontaneous
but at the same time i plan my attack
my mind is a highway
i pick and pull ideas
my thought process is a growing tree
sweet talking and staring in eyes
never want to stop
ive lived up to the moment
where ive thrown away my regrets
and truely lived
i breathe in fresh air
i soak up the sun
i absorb the water
i glide on pavement
i dance when i walk
i talk to talk
i run to feel free
i jump to feel gravity
i think and analyze
i feel music
i make music
i make love
i make deliciousness
i make it happen