Mostly Ahead

For all those in need

Writing Till My Fingers Bleed

To Find My Song

Or just saint francis

Fear of the blank Canvas

A picture would be too brilliant,

too perfect

And by all to easy to affect

Too vivid

Too crushing

One can't have nothing

Used to it but I aiming to see everything like never before

so that it Hits right down to the core

Like the Wind I feel driven

Asked and given

Desperate attempts to hold on to something while others drive past laughing

But they may drive away from the King

In the Wind the truth cowers

Your Head now looks like a bouquet of flowers

And Im someone who pulls

I dreamed that I was a wolf

Feeling like without a home

Since then used to be allone

All while I watched the sleeping chair at Night

Fear of dreams since I was a child

And now some haunt me and make me bare

The Wind feels so alike

The the devil was sleeping on my back.

Since then I go mostly ahead

Since then, I've been watching my track

Since then I just want it to be mostly just one

Since then I wanted to Write a Song