I can't seem to hold still My hands are running harder My goals are moving farther Away from what I could be. I can't seem to calm down I'm shaking and shaking Turning my motor Pulling it over I breathe a breath of moments wed Of times a tumbling down, In the moment I saw you there I chose to look away. In the mist and midst of these Demons, I came to know I flipped it up and came again Down the yellow road. Yellow is as yellow bees And all the best because of these I do my best with what I have A yellow day and yellow lad Of happy times and dreamy days Of dandelions that won't decay And falling into that yellow sun, To burn away what worries us The guilt that hides in wait. A shiver never older A soul grows ever colder A time twisty deal with messed up ink Messes up more than you think. Freedom is liberation from the truth. You can choose to look away, But is that what you really want? How can you deal with something Your eyes refuse to see? How can you sing a song Your heart refuses to know? How can you find what you need, Stumbling alone? In the darkness of your arrogance You can only find yourself.
