leafs on the street/room full of beats



feeling in me/won’t let me free



everything’s just in the head/whether it’s good or bad



letters aren’t real/they can not feel



still on the path, still searching.walking, talking,smiling,dancing, ing ing ing

happines includes people, without them there’s nothing, ing ing ing

doubtless I hate words and all other tools for poses and silly games we play

I want to see the signs in people’s heads, all of them

then I will show you mine