And just for thought...
Swinging from the ceiling!
That's what I feel like.
Am I restless?
Am I ever not?
That is the question.
Life is blooming in this skin.
I just want to dance in a t-shirt, singing into my comb.
I can't talk to people because my mind tends to wander into dangerous thoughts
especially with the boy in the pressed white shirt.
Oh! I am confidant but every now and then
I turn my words this way or that,
lost in one way, speaking in another.
He smiled and I forgot my own intelligence,
just pictured him in the boxer shorts I was never supposed to see.
Jump to the rhythm!
Jump jump to the beat!
The radio only aggravates my feet that don't want to be still.
Am I going out of my mind?
Was I ever in it?
Brandy said almost doesn't count.
Maybe the girl has got a point.
My spirit is always on fire.
I exhaust my own body with the speed my mind goes.
Has that ever stopped me?
No, you're right, Frank.
They certainly can't take that away from me.
He's got a point...
My spirit will always be on fire.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.