When was the last time you let yourself think? Let yourself ponder, wonder and scream? Let yourself speak, find a monologue, let your thoughts stray, swirl and go rogue?
My mind is a traveler, it never stays put, only in its caliber of being misunderstood.
Whenever I take, take it outside, it only leaves, leaves me behind.
When was the last time you had a dream? The one that keeps you up at night, that leaves you on a stream, the one that lets go of the feeling in your toes, the one that shakes you up and reminds you of your woes?
When was it last you saw the hair on your skin? You shaved, you lasered, plucked it, didn't mean a thing, why must you always drown yourself to no avail, a beauty so natural will always prevail.
When was the last you smoked without pain? Lit a cigarette and left it down the drain? Inhaled the fire and hoped it would rain? Let the fear go, not drive you insane...
My mind is a wanderer, I never know why, I find myself chasing it, and it leaves me to dry.
But as my mind wonders... I can't help but cry, "When will the last time... be the last time?"
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