Derp

I'm tired and so are you

Burning off flowers from the trash

And blowing leaves in the past

Floor is covered with broken glass

Laying down my golden flask

I can't sleep no more 

I cant feel no more

 MY rhythm is broken and sore

My manners don't show their needs

As if you would understand that

As if you would create a song

For a gentle giant

Or a mean little midget

dwarfed in confusion

And only listening for birds

To call and yet I sit here to learn

My mistakes 

I burn

I burn 

Like the flowers from the trash

I wrote story today

Would you like to hear what happens

I suppose not

You don't care for my art

MY livelyhood, my dreams

Just a silly thought in my head

I'll put on my suit now