the doer that died

the creative mind
of the hair lock
that twitch
and i know that
you know
that I am
not what i want to be

oh why is it
that my mind is spinning
oh no oh no
you are so silly
and so fucking
passive
but yet I am
restless

and my body is twitching
for the lost of my blood
(my love)
and the simple mind of
the gardener

maybe we can run
away away  away
to another world
where I am
the doer
and not watcher

The inner architect is trying
to work out the signals
the receptors are fighting
confused
failing
and so there we have it
the result

wanting isn’t going to get you anywhere if you don’t do