Pull it together and push it apart,
Despite the weather this all comes from the heart.
There's a bass line rolling in my head at all times.
It helps me keep my rhythm while im reading my lines.
Read between them and feel it like it was brail.
Find the meaning, sit a spell and inhale.
Exhale your problems your bruises and your scars.
These thoughts always come to me when im rolling in cars.
And the rain
Pushes the pain;
In turn pushing the brain
Until ideas float to the surface and permeate the membrane,
Spilling out of my head and onto the window panes.
Sometimes they bounce back turn into
Something.
Most times the windows are down, they float away,
Nothing.
Regardless, my brain is always ticking.
Just heartless, i spend so much time kicking
Myself.
Sounds selfish when i wish for wealth.
I feel helpless so id use the money to help.
I want spark somebody's imagination,
Give them passion and absolute means of creation.
Find a medium for your thoughts, Something for them to travel to.
Travel to aliens lands, it doesn't matter who your shouting to.
What's important is that you capture your soul,
Spread it around the world and let it make you whole.
Gravity gravity gravity will always pull.
Push back with pen and fill up that hole.
