My mind is mine

It’s like we take 2 steps forward and you push us back eight


And we discuss this thing and tomorrow you’re back only to say….

And you swear this would never happen, but I just give you time;

And what I say soon ALWAYS comes to sight.



Psychic nope. Just familiar with the ways of this world, and the ways of the chaotic mind.

See. I. Used. To. Be. Just. Like. You.

But it’s all good and sweet and completely neat, I just sit back and watch you create these ideas which don’t seem to come to fruition….watch you pretend it’s all me and condition yourself to believe that without me, you’d be happy. Would you? Try it….if you please. Because at the end of the day, I really want you to be happy. I want to see your name among the stars. I want to know that everything you set out to do happened, suddenly because I am no longer there to persuade you to finish what you start and plan thru.

Sometime I fear that my love isn’t good enough anyway. You reject my ideas, turn my serious into childs play. You turn my decent thoughts into something un-pure. Because in your mind, you are just soooo sure. You turn my good intentions into as you so eloquently say “Bull shit”. But hey, maybe, maybe it isn’t me that’s psychic…maybe it was you all the time. I don’t know. In my mind, I just try. I just tried.