Peace Of Mind
The messages tell me sooner,
then my mind, it keeps on going low and lower.
Music is the only words I can understand, because here
my mind can't seem to understand anything ever.
The people seem to get further and further,
away from me, I think it's harder
for them that my bearer,
doesn't hold as much words. The faster
they speak the less larger
my mind is. It seems duller
then I remember, maybe the doctors made an error.
Everyone keeps on getting louder and louder,
just like the water in my head, the river.
I can't tell you what the season is or the weather.