pink grapefruit and i am home.

Time with its patience
Looks to a lie
Wanting to feel the purpose of
Nothing more than a dream

You don’t get over it only
You forget it as time with its patience
Looks to a lie

You never will believe
That eyes do not see and
Ears do not hear
And people are with evil and
I want to smell of pink grapefruits.

Its funny how the path you thought was taking you somewhere else, can lead you home again.