I’m not trying to be someone I’m not but
am I the only one who’s thinking about this?
No one else seemed to notice
the way the room changes colors
from left to right.
I wonder if it’s too much sometimes,
but then again,
my mind has always run on overdrive and it’s not about to stop now.
I never thought I’d want to call this city home until I realized that
This city is not my home–
I get to come and go as I please,
never given it a thought before but now I can’t stop,
I can’t stop,
I can’t stop.
When I thought this place was mine,
I never thought it was beautiful.