HBU

People often ask me
Whats on my mind
It almost makes me wonder
What they think they'll find

I often look upon their faces
Each one of a kind
But i dont have the heart to tell them
I dont have a fucking clue

But how bout you?

Sometimes when i go off
I never stop
And im not even interested
In getting to the top
I often sit and ponder
Secrets untold
And see the corolation
Between the words old and bold

But how bout you?