Fast Lane

Reveal your soul through the fruit of your lips.

I push my thoughts in the fast lane.

Got my mind going apace. In a pace with high impetus.

I try but cant restrain.

I push my thoughts in the fast lane.

Circling around my own meditation. High off of my own drug.

I try but I cant restrain.

Im pushing. There is no discipline in my thoughts.

I wanna move

Reveal your soul through the fruit of your lips.

Dark place. No luminosity.

You would think my mind could fathom alteration.

But Im stuck in this same region with no type of conception.

Time pasts. Still here.

I wanna move to a higher plateau. Higher ethos.

Higher place with a higher power.

You would think my mind could fathom alteration.

But Im still stuck in places of trepidation.

I wanna move.