found me box

I've spent some time smoking by my bedroom window, attentive to the wind as not to have smoke blow inside. I did this last night, staying up late, writing a rap part for a song Reinis sent me. Never ever would have thought to find myself in that position.
But hey, it's a lot of fucking fun.

What I was planning to do now was launch into a euphoric reminiscence of the trip to Warsaw. I think I'll take the opportunity to put down my amateur dabbling instead. I'll omit the singing bits, so y'all getting a pure cut of baby's first rap. To those wondering - it's mostly about my own inner growth, experiences and stuff, all vague enough. Enjoy.

can't believe myself - walking step by step into the known unknown

puny galaxies within each heartbeat I pump on my own

it's more than curiosity, I would have been most obsolete

had there been nothing in the air that ordered my to move my feet

reaching for the stars, reaching for the light,

shove 'em in my body and you better lock 'em up real tight

you better throw away the key, you got no more to do with me

but, tentative, sensitive is the option you would rather give

and I couldn't bear to mind such a fine sign, such a fine line

enabling two entities to intertwine

there's no need to lie - feeling kinda high

a giddy kind of wafting up and over, out of my mind

can't stop, too late, finally pulling my weight

and, coincidentally, confusion's feeling fucking great

why would you assume that I've stepped in the room,

immersed myself in tunes, just to see my visions go to ruins?

a sleep-encumbered, soul-connecting thing akin to resurrecting

softy seething, barely breathing method of over-achieving

idealistic, altruistic, only slightly masochistic

ambiguously platonic, don't you worry, hun, I'm on it

true to what I hold inside

cross my heart & hope to die

impossible to see through this visual snow

wouldn't you like to know whom to follow?

I'm not sure if I do, 'cause I've got my own fortitude

at least some kind of dignity when I can't face the solitude

I can be content with rising tendrils of smoke

got my little buzz and my imaginary cloak

really doesn't matter what you think I'll provoke

you see, we were there when all these creatures awoke

can never quite believe it when life opens up and means it

can never quite contain all that is outweighing the pain

yet it remains aflame.. 'kay, I'm game

I'm still having some difficulties enunciating each word in time, my regular lyrics have more breathing space. Ma used to bug me about slurring my words, and while I'm not completely incomprehensible unless feeling very timid, it's a good reason to train "lips, tongue & teeth".

(I may still edit the shit out of these rhymes, but that all depends.)