reflections of a tattoo

I used to have the blues
life is letting me be aright
see alright
tear off this cardigan to ride in the wind and be alright

i see my life...its a fickle life in a fickle strife
to be there twice when you indeed one life
proactive none reactive
individually
resist in action

I'm wired
transpired
hoping to glance higher
to plan higher

to reach the debt of my love and be equal cause...cuz....yes it does......cuz..its still because cuz.....
such a good kisser
but are we all lost stars...

i think we are