December 2008
Never Ending Math Equation
I’m the same as I was when I was 6 years old And oh my God I feel so damn old I don’t really feel anything On a plane, I can see the tiny lights below And oh my God, they look so alone Do they really feel anything? Oh my God, I’ve gotta gotta gotta gotta move on Where do you move when what you’re moving from Is yourself? The universe works on a math equation that never...
