I sing.

my spirit knows me all too well 
i keep singing to myself 
i just don't know why 
yet i continue to try to figure out 
how i manage to overlook this damage in my mind, 
its amazing amazing to say the least 
i keep singing to myself 
to myself, and no one else 
i'm still singing to myself 
i don't know why i'm singing... 
and i can't stop... 
noo matter how much i try. 
i don't kno what i'm singing 
its not humming, 
its singing 
words are coming out of my mouth in song... 
i've never heard these words before. 
these words are coming out of no where.  
i'm still singing to myself with a blank stare 
i'm singing to myself 
...and i smile i wear  
i sing to myself, 
about my sights and visions that i once dreamed about 
secretly in my mind 
so many things are happening happening soo fast. 
they whip around me, 
faster than  the tail of a whip... 
shattering the sound barrier  
and then they slow down. 
i've come to a moderate pace  
i take life for what it is, 
i sing to myself to assure myself 
fortunate things to come 
hearing something that we'll continue to do 
the things you love will not be found... 
they will come to you.   
even if there is no high spirit or magical one 
we'll always know success points towards the sun  
i'm singing to myself myself...and no one else.  
not that that's bad   
i sing what i see, 
not necessarily sing but i speak in song 
to my own metronome 
i sing what i see 
i sing...for me.