THE MIDDLE GROUND

Can you stand on it
And if you do, how long will it be there
Does it move, does it change
It constantly keeps me chasing

The middle ground.

If it falls, I fall
If it shifts, I shift
It is always one step ahead of me or two steps behind me

The middle ground

Unseen, untouched, only felt for brief moments
I can’t hold it for very long
I can’t stand on It for very long
because it feels to comfortable

The middle ground

SELF DENIEL

move over fat cat you are blocking my view
i said move your FAT ASS over
look now i have no time to move you myself
you are messing up my entire day
move over fat cat you are blocking my view
you know i could kill you if i wanted to
are you listening to me? then move!
move over fat cat you are blocking my view
thats it i have had it with you
i am going to take my things and leave now
i hope that makes you happy
goodbye fat cat i will miss you

Sanity in Santa Monica

i cant seem to find my keys
i know i put them here somewhere
i cant seem to find my keys
i know i left them outside in the rain
no,no thats not it, i cant seem to find my keys
or yes, maybe under the park bendge where i sat yesterday
no thats not it either, i cant seem to find my keys
they must be here somewhere
maybe in the shower or in my underware drawer no,no, none of those places will do.
THINK THINK THINK
oh YES i know i know where my keys are, they are in my purse...
but wait I can't seem to find my purse?

You Should Really Ask Yourself

You Should Really Ask Yourself
I wanna be a good girl but I lost my innocence a long time ago
I wanna move forward but I’m stuck in the past
I wanna let go but I hold on so tightly
I wanna be Christian but I don’t have enough faith
I wanna love myself but she won’t let me
I wanna let go of my parents but they are breathing down my neck
I wanna get out of here but I have nowhere else to go
I wanna let you in but your just too close
Anywhere, anytime, anything is better than what is happen right here, right now

What I used to Know...

What I Used to Know
I used to know…I used to know a lot of things
I used to know about me
I used to know about you
I used to know about God
I used to know about love
I used to know about anger
I used to know about religion
I used to know about friendship
I used to know about happiness
All I have is what I used to know
All I can share is what I used to know
The more I used to know the less I remember
The used to know is what pushes me forward what holds me back
The more I look away and try to forget what I used to know the more I struggle
I am not unhappy with what I used to know but I am uncertain of what I do know
All I know now is what is left, what moves from within and out from all the things I used to know.