Tired Soul

When my mind is free I can't feel my feet
When Things Go wrong I destroy defeat
Sometimes I wonder why I can't sleep
Possibilities seamlessly wonder
over times I'm Stuck when I hear the Thunder
When lighting strikes me you will see
When it's Clear I'm here Come find me
Life's wonders never cease to amaze me
but if too you this all sounds crazy
just sit back your lazy return to your bubble you don't phase me.

name a man who never lied
the boy who neva cried
ever asked why good souls die
men still cry

Spending life's game side steeping disaster
Learning to run faster can't classify me
creation is master , rather masterfully poetry
n' the tree of life whenever i feel I'm somewhere im on the edge of knife
possible one day get a wife, still I fear to ask what is life.

name a man who never lied
the boy who neva cried
ever asked why good souls die
men still cry

So in the meantime I'll be pubbing it spending time with mates
In my own time I'll just create, sometimes i try so hard not be late
but so exhausted eye's slip conscinceness losing this bliss
best get sleep then back to biz
but dizzy still moving come stop bear witness to the soul
forget, red-eyed, still carryin on , nothing is ever for long

go on just name a man who never lied
there's never a boy who did not cry
go on why do good souls die or do die or do they rest in hearts all they left behind
men still cry
thats it why done finished