The Twist

I'm still chasing whatever grabbed my attention like 'a feather on the wind I'm floating in that direction.

It's an over projection of an older rejection.

No loader just go with the flow and stop with the questions.

What's it all about?

You should be asking yourself "What's with all the doubt?"

I put the sight on you, signed in on a rhyme or two, chimed in a line, you knew.

I'm thinking, screw you!

You can't be serious, I bathed in the dirt and it made me delirious.

So crazy, it hurt.

Now you want me to join the campaign on Earth.

After that pain, what's it worth?

To be rich, to be famous with the knowledge that I'm nothing but nameless.

Suffering was the gift and nothing was the twist.