my mind now - 2:22 complete

my toes are cold my heart is warm i scratch my head
it takes the form of inquisitive fingers and lips-
type fast and don't let em feel dissed/tantly
awaiting someone to bring her the answer set it before the fire
place it there by the bare assed streaking gang
under the fool moon in the vt skies when will we realize
the eye of the moon can't wait
for her is it too soon or too late
always create what you will in your realities confused
demystricized organizizized delirious from being serious
but always so oblivious in our own bubbles the boy who felt
something in the air that night with the stars so bright
wants to be the vice president oh so nice to be vice but he sees
we don't
he knows
we don't
but back to the answer, it is our own we make it known to ourselves..it is what it is and we know when its there..we can see it where we may not explain it, but don't complain. feel it. you know its true, maybe you do when you see the northern lights or feel the highest of heights underground the sound of nothing but its everything i guess that's me ambiguously philosophizing at night when i need to-