I lay awake wide eyed early in the morning
The sun presides over me bright thinking love
Tired and energized I realize the predicament I standstill in
A World where I attract everyone who I need
Whom haunt me like most inner thoughts of fear
A release that I am incapable of producing just yet
Somehow my lower brain takes over and the frontal thinks thought
Which are meant to keep me going and evolving
Sometimes the evolution degrades itself, putting on a show
If it is happiness I am pulling behind me in a wheel barrel
To the orphanage on my road, let it be so, let it be so.
Christopher Baird 2011 ©
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