the voice

I heard a voice  in the darkness whisper to me"Ouch  you're standing on my foot".

Inside my head

Arm swingers, lighter holders,and shit talkersThey dance around like no others , while the hard workers spoil their lovers, and the wind still blows outside.dare devils, and risk takers meet up with the mind blowers, while the innocent watch with eyes open wide. Takers stalk the givers, while the rich ones get hookers & the poor pay to get inside. buyers and sellers get ready for the chance to be money makers, while the secret holdersare learning to fly. hope givers and believers search for all answers, some chase the cloud that hovers, diving into the unknown, only open minds explore. the lucky and the strong dont care who wrote what song, addicts are poets, and wisemen use others to mow their lawn. . Teachers,beggers and chain smokers; take the back roads from utah to hong kong,while the caretakers, and mothers discover the truth of whats really going on. Who's takeing the pathways all others feel that they dont belong? If you're in the dark when the lights are on; just follow me down into the shadows , I've got matches,a drink , smokes and a bong.