lost in the transitions

dope
the equvilent of the kick i own
realize i say kick
not kicks

ill
the equvilent of my inner being
the makeing of me an
the kick i own

dead
gone just that im not
watching the hands go by on the clock
the game its self

forgotten
just behind a tree
no one sees the person that is me
i wonder if they'll ever remember

lost
deep in my own thoughts
wondering what will become of me

dope in the making if me and the kick i own

Look Within - GB