i know what’s good for me i’ve got a good head on my shoulders at least that’s what i’ve heard time and time again i know i wanna be much older than i am have a feeling that i’ll touch the hand of god bound to feel him brush against my neck so softly how could i be wrong? a novel preconception i wont bend i hope the good i seek is just around the corner waiting with bated breath time and time again slow moving, deliberate how the lion stalks the lamb clinging to the disillusion if it means i stay in control an unrealistic view but one that i still hold on to the rope is gonna snap one day like all the others did and do where will i land when i’m untethered and i fall? had a feeling that i’d touch the hand of god now im feeling it and i want him to stop it how could i be wrong? a novel preconception off again now the feeling i once thought i sought is suffocating all the dreams i had misguided me in place of it how could i be wrong? a novel preconception, it was obvious i deceived myself preconceived the notion i would be compelled to repeat the motion i believed myself stuck in my devotion just to be in hell just to be eroded and i had a feeling that i’d touch the hand of god now im feeling it and i want him to stop it how could i be wrong? a novel preconception off again now the feeling i once thought i sought is suffocating all the dreams i had misguided me in place of it how could i be wrong? a novel preconception, it was obvious
