Saturday, December 12, 2009

When right feels wrong.

You can give me the fastest computer,
lag free internet,
the smoothest pen,
the whitest piece of paper,
the most complete notes,
a stapler that never runs out of staples,
the most conducive environment,
the best weather,
zero distractions,
make me feel guilty,
make me feel panic,
give me a reward
or remind me of the past..

but my hearts just not here.

It exists is a place where dreamers dream.

I'd rather watch grass grow,
I'd rather watch paint dry..

Somebody save me.