Look what I was making;

I choose you like you choose me with great Hope and filled with desire
Eyes were fixed and souls mix and is causing aches and pains
Digest.

Digest.

Exit from mind and spirit, I picked you just like you picked me 
Look see the sky turn red orange green and near black
Where the focus of shape and closeness of sound are super novas of the mind
Small explosions of the mind

I start keeping things, binding things, revealing things only one has to know. I can only say I waited too late

I waited too late
This is how im writing this
You are hours late
With only moments in full
of fire

I choose radom house book keeping a free spirit

All is the cry of the young, will be our monsters of tomorrow, Oh lover boy will you?
Turn love on me or burn me.
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn. 

I pick you like you picked me.

Inward