+*+I Just Am+*+
I think this is a bit messed but oh well...
I feel like god,
sat here looking down,
seeing the busy cars,
and bustling towns
I feel like an ant,
looking up at the plants,
seeing the daisies,
swaying like crazy.
I feel like a kid,
running round with a twig,
being a wizard,
an Eskimo in a blizzard.
I’m sat here thinking,
barely blinking,
looking around,
not making a sound.
I don’t feel now,
don’t even breath now,
closing my eyes tightly,
I really find you frightening.
sat here looking down,
seeing the busy cars,
and bustling towns
I feel like an ant,
looking up at the plants,
seeing the daisies,
swaying like crazy.
I feel like a kid,
running round with a twig,
being a wizard,
an Eskimo in a blizzard.
I’m sat here thinking,
barely blinking,
looking around,
not making a sound.
I don’t feel now,
don’t even breath now,
closing my eyes tightly,
I really find you frightening.
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