here I am once again sitting down and creating but I'm not ready my focus is divided my head aches [wao wao wao] I want to do something else but the music plays to me I want to capture a feeling now I feel free coffee or reality too much time in the city I wish I can dance make someone fall into a trance have people love me but I'm-- I don't know what to say my words fail me so back to the light digging for words burrowing in the ground cold wet earth I can use a nap or sleep on your lap-- what am I, a dog? a dog can dig, not for words she doesn't need words to be loved, or to love-- to express her love. how complicated are we? simple things like love and happiness become complicated as they filter through our minds I wish it were like a funnel everything goes in comes out focused here's my final lines: when you feel alone, go for a walk. that's the best I can do. that's what a dog would do
