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You know i was asked a question by a girl
who sat next to me it made me curl.
Up into a little ball into a small tight space
afraid that i just might quit this race.

But she asked me why is my mind this way
in a form of passion, at times at play.
Why does is your mind so poetic she asked
I stood stoned because thats no task.

I said it was that way because i dont know why
but in hind sight i just choose to deiny.
the fact is my mind is this way cause it hurts
all the crap that my lifes thrown fast at curves.

I dont mind it as much as i used to anymore
but i do care if they tell me that its no more.
Because my life with out words might be nothing
but atleast my life with out her is still something.

I could lose and be lost in an endless abysse
but my words reach threw and grab people in.
It makes them see the signs that we
all choose to deiny from the night til moring.