hipbones and microphones

I wish i could speak the words i wanted to speak, but when i try the words just don't come fast or clear enough to make sense, mother nature sets the best example of free flowing words. When the skies open up she lets the rain fall down, showing clearly the sadness in her heart. As clear as the trinkling stream i stand in on a bright summers day, the pebbles flowing slightly beside my feet.

I fee like the man in the mood someimtes, everyone pretends to see me but only a select few who believe and try hard enough actually really do..... and out of that select few, only a handful actually care at all!


hipbones and microphones..