staring off into outer space   stumbling creating my entity   one that is not belonging to my kinosphere      want to perfect the art of doing nothing   want to see your paintings come alive   want to see your smile when   i say how "i love thee"      can't believe my eyes   as my thoughts hit the sky   all this nonsense, all this beauty   has truly come alive      drive all night, middle of nowhere   ship wreckage left of this page   and on the bottom   and at the top   "where are we going?"   maybe we should      i don't want to write a depressing love song   i don't want to hide behind my music   i don't want to see the world   through these tinted yellow glasses      time keeps eating me   against that time   if ever that time comes   running, running   time keeps cutting me   against that time   if ever that times comes   running, running      can't believe my eyes..........