i spill my dreams onto my handy dandy notebook

hopefully these dreams can change myoutlook

its never what it seems but i make it what i please

your eyes witness tree’s but my mind see’s thieves

coming in and robbing what they need

stuffed love into their pockets hate into their heart

inspiration into their mind banks and intelligence into their socks

and then they leave

and then we’re lost

no love, no hate

no inspiration, no intelligence

just tree’s