frosty

force feed me the sunny side because without shoving rainbows down my throat i am afraid i just wont survive because i find no joy when i look for it when it is in front of my face and when i look in the mirror i see only mistakes and though people say they enjoy this man they see they are only fooling themselves and not me for if only a glimpse into my mind and they concede to agree that they would much rather not be me and the three the me the myself the third eye, we are forever id ego all stuck in this head while the super part is adrift in the universe and cares not to bother with the sins of the flesh for when ever we glimpse it quickly are left alone in the world so cold if only we could covet and hold like a shadow lost