I saw my own thoughts
suddenly men didn’t seem so evil
they just seemed stuck
everybody wants to do right
but how do you give up a dollar when the man next to you is grabbing two
i stood next to a man with nothing and gave it all up too
it felt good for a minute
but the scenery changed
and so did my truth
now i’m trying to make something
just so i can spit it back at the world
like that would mean something
still don’t know why we do it
filling empty holes with empty souls
i write like i got a choice in it
but i was brought here
moments, people, places all flowing like a plan
well, i’m here
what kind of place is this exactly?
i look around and see nowhere.