The thoughts in your mind are not who you are They do not define you
They tell a story of places you've been of places you'll go
but no place matters as much as the place you're in right now
and within that place you are defined
the thoughts in your mind are silent
your love for your self is violent
jealous even
of each moment you leave your present self behind
to check on the time this happened or that will
plagarizing life like an onion magazine
telling a story which leaves you defeated
a well run dry completely depleted
the moment you're dry if you look to the sky it will always rain
but if your eyes stay drawn to the emptiness the emptiness stays just like the pain
and within that place you are defined
living outside of yourself trapped in time
where lies only begin to end because something that doesn't exist can only pretend















