a song i sing

[syke]

Just keep your pockets empty
Your hands full
Running in circles
Making your self the fool
The air is thin
Your mind is blank
You see your face
And you sink

Life's a trip
You feel her eyes
Your wonder runs wild
And you see the light
Floating high
The floor is dim
You touch your skin
With such wonderment

The buzz fades
You wonder why
You take another hit
And you're so high
The walls are thin
The boarders outlined
Your mind races
You have to go outside

The dark is bright
The trees sway
You say to your self
You're OK
Knees week
You look to the sky
You say with out a doubt
This is the life.


Not sure what I think of this song...but its comforting to play on guitar. Wrote it a couple years ago.

[Jae Mc Donnell]

'syke'

Not sure what I think of this song...but its comforting to play on guitar. Wrote it a couple years ago.

Not sure how it would sound as a song because I'd have to hear it ie, melody and so on. But as a poem it quite good. Could do with some work here and there. But over all a good job.

[syke]

Thank you Jae, maybe I'll post a recording.