Its crazy, it boggles the mind.
We’re all lost at sea, like these bottles of wine.
Filled with poetry, they float on the water.
I’ll be writing these poems, forever.

I stand here and observe, the world below my feet.
Empty street, city sleeps, so peacefully.
Wrapped in sheets, basking in the neon light
Broken bottles break, the silence of the night.
And I’m holding her tight, I place my arm under her pillow.
When the morning arrives, the dreams won’t let her go.
Tomorrow contains a million possibilities to change your life.
But you're too busy with your vice, to finally get it right.
Prefer to live wrong, suffer and move on.
Just another vagabond, singing the same sad songs.
Musical notes, sociological quotes.
Beautiful how the smoke, spirals and floats.

And I’m a spitting image of my father, brush everything off my shoulders.
Sit here and ponder the pages of my chapters.
The story of my life is what I’m trying to write.
Everything goes so wrong, before it finally goes right.

Chilling in the kitchen where the clothes is drying.
And I’m spilling the coffee, just like the tears that you're crying.
I've been trying so hard for the past few years to figure it all out.
The more you think about anything, the more you fall in doubt.
Imposed your ideology on me.
Faulty theories define our society.
Control what I think, describe what I see.
Free your mind, from this reality. Yeah...
Solidarity, human synergy.
Back alley poetry, the bottles are finally empty.
End of the party, still sleeping next to nobody.
Chemically altered the body, from the drugs taken daily.

Its crazy, it boggles the mind.
We’re all lost at sea, like these bottles of wine.
Filled with poetry, they float on the water.
I’ll be writing these poems, forever. (Art is the only thing that matters)