Lying in my bed, surfing my mind
Blasting a hole in the night time fog
My thoughts
They can't take that away from me
That old feeling
The arrogance of me
Walking down the back ends of who I am
I am feeling alright
A man hears what he wants to hear
It's never going to change
Acceptance from me; it is what it is
There is only this island called me
I have come to watch your soul grow
Hear the grass growing in your garden
Connecting seeking out that in the moment thing
Treasures to fold away in my essence
Blend into that island called me
I really like this a lot-you speak honestly and openly about who you are and what you would like as a part of your life. The whole write flows really nice and it had me engaged all the way through-well done-
