Do you know what it really means?
To hold onto a dream…
Late nights and early mornings –
Thinking and not being sure of…
Alone and knowing that this dream is my only home.
God knows how much I am attatched to this record.
You can’t take the spots off of a leapord – and when you are a lion, hungry and want it badly…
You cannot lead me anywhere else like a Shepard.
I am on clear route on my path and I thank Lyndsey because she inspired me.
My dream is my job and there is no need to hire me.
Running and writing,
Self care and management.
Planning and obsession.
I think and dream about it…
I am a simple man, but more complex than anything…
When I cry, it is heavy rain.
Passion bleeds through my eyes.
And I feel its drop on my skin.
I am in it to win – to cover all of my sins…