Thoughts π while I long for sleep...
Iβve been out of step...out of line.
Separating the wants and emotions like these numbers translate as time.
Iβve been rolling with the currents.
Trying to have a meeting of the mind. Trying to be in sync with my grind.
Iβve been in my bag and out of bullshit notions
Recognizing what it means to you isnβt the same as devotion
Iβve been feeling the pressure of a new decade emerging.
Where nothing is the same and nothing means no thang.
Iβve been trying to discover the reasoning on these thoughts that are constantly swirling in my mind.
Itβs as if my subconscious is giving birth to a galaxy of stars, comets, and transits of rhyme.
Itβs as if I came back to activate my trine.