all that cant be said

so i walk
down this road its so weird
kinda different
confused in a strange place
or maybe just a feeling

i see the light
so is that good or is that not?
it could mean this or it could mean that
either way it has to be good
after all now i can see you there

you get it all funny
when you feel like composing
what it doesnt really matter
not at that time
not till you read it an hour later

so you just go on and on and on
its like a force taking over you
a lyrical possession
permeation of a creature
one of great dictation and articulation

its kinda distracting though
ive got someone speaking at the back of my mind.
2 voices. one self inflicted
the other a distant memory
if something, of someone, who writes

"i dig my toes into the sand"
he sings
" i wish you were here"
yea i wish i were there too
thanks man.

ok that just now was a distraction
he makes senseless analogies.
of which when you further ponder
actually do make sense
who cares he wishes im there. yea man!

yea you might have guessed by now
its just the other voice in my head.
the one who didnt contribute
but certainly builds up
wad can i say?
I LOVE MY INCUBUS!