Freedom.

sitting on a couch in a room where the feng shui is slightly to the left, im
watching set it off and as i chuckle thru Luther cursing Tisean out ,
your on my mind.
heavy.
Trapped in between two walls. like the first time:and all i wanna do is start over.
Turn lies into truths. downs into ups.
Shed this skin thats eagerly grown over me.
i want to be free of this.
but you:
your on my mind ;heavy
and although i made you up in my head
i dream of finding you.
of getting chills as i search your face with my eyes
of breifly hugging you.
because we will inconspicuously  fall in love.
more so me than we.
iDREAM.
allow me that.
Chains wrapped ever so tight;i just want to be free.
Your shakles have constricted my airways for quite sometime now.
the sweet taste of , NO air.