It seems impossible to get used to something else. Dont know if thats sad. So many ups, so many downs, i go up and then turn right, left, suddenly im down. Dont know if its exciting. So many faces, so many lies, i walk and faces turn bad, a step right and someone gives me a lie, suddenly im down. Dont know if thats life. So many dreams, so many wishes i have. So many movies, few love. So many attachments, none stick around. It seems impossible to travel quietly around here, we should all chill out. They should start expressing and stop trying to impress. I dont know if they think thats life. Impress yourself. Impress your mind. Impress your heart, deeply, but dont impress them, dont impress people, dont impress me, thats sad. It seems impossible to get used to a place.. i find hard to dig. I want more, this tastes borin, always repeating, everyday, need action, need expression, need feelings blowin all around a house. Want more extra baggage, pretty baggage. It isnt sad, its wonderful. Theres something ill always be thankful for. My mind.