somewhere there is thought. ground deep in your world. there is a thought my friend, deep in you. there is a thought that could save you. that could make you true. that could undo what your mouth has just conceived.  somewhere there is a thought.  and thought is me.

somewhere there is an idea. an idea of sorts. traveling long distances throughout your very short mind.  eventually the idea will reach it’s destination. the idea will find that somewhere, and stick.  and it will take back your words that you spoke too soon. and will favor the life that you gave up too soon. somewhere there is an idea. and the idea is me.

somewhere there is a passion.  a desire of heart.  if you could only feel, maybe it could grow. there is a passion in you, to take out your boat. to sail the ocean. to never give up on everything so soon.  abruptly you took, but to give of yourself? the passion is in there somewhere. but you are afraid to let it out.  somewhere there is a passion. and the passion is me.

somewhere i am crying. for a place that i can rest my head. somewhere i am mindless, because i don’t know what i’ve said. somewhere i’m going crazy, because you didn’t care. somewhere i am hoping, because life cant be fair. somewhere i am waiting, to see you again. somewhere i am fleeting, to the dreams of my friend. somewhere i am losing, the desires of your bed. but here i am living, just like you said.

and if this thought is not enough. i’m sorry, i’ve got nothing left to give.