“Your mind develops an appetite for whatever you constantly feed it — anger, hate, bitterness, loneliness, love, happiness. Dine accordingly.”
– Author Unknown
“See Ava’s got an appetite
For lightin’ dynamite
And letting it blow up in her hand”
– Citizen Cope: Appetite (For Lightin’ Dynamite)
It feels good when you know that you are doing these things.
The last time I was here, you said that this would never be.
But it’s plain to see that this is what it feels like to be wrong.
It’s different now that we know where we belong.
You just keep on moving from the back to the front of my mind.
Just give it some time.
Fade into the night.
Leave your worries behind you as you realize who’s next to you.
You made it this far, so what’s one more step gonna do?
It’s been a long night and there’s too much on your mind.
When I look at all the things you try to hide as you push aside your feelings, I wonder.
You just made it up, so why did you just change your mind again?
I just can’t seem to win; I gave you what you wanted.
Everything you want, you just can’t have it.
Who do you blame when it’s nobody’s fault?
As the world is slowly turning I’m learning how to live through a life I have to give.
All that remains is to speak your mind, any way you want.
Starting over again can be so transparent.
Even though I don’t have all the answers at least I’m not riddled with questions.
I’m just trying to find my way.
Well I guess getting lost in you was just one of the many steps that I had to take.
I lost it all just to find you on my mind.
Why do you keep coming back?
I want nothing more than your happiness.
If you know how I feel don’t say a word.
I can’t live this way, I’ll die, so let me rest in peace.
Save your breath for me as you change your form into something more fitting.
I don’t care about people talking; let them speak about what little they know.
Are you still there?
We do this every night, but this time’s different.
It’s a shame, you don’t even know.
No you don’t.
Listen, I have nothing more to say.
But somehow the heart completely understands what little remains.
Or so it seems.
The Wandering Mind 