I've got my own set of lives,

and you'll never see them, the me

I've filled plentifully, you wouldn't,

but I will be, all that I am, to other

people in time, I should be heard

and loved, crossing worlds with

open eyes and under the rolling

tide I'll become the current, the

sword in me, inching out, feel

free to touch, I'm brooding,

but I'm still alive, and I don't want to

call home, I've got what's molded me,

and it's all me, it's all brain, sultry

sweet waves of music, and a daydream.