so you think you know who you are.

I had a dream the other night, and it made me laugh.
Because it was about a guy who I don't know buyin me jewelry.
and it's strange, cause the face that was there was not the face I thought would be there. The way I think is still a mystery to me and I'm floundering to find myself.
In the way I live and the way I speak, the things I dream of are huge. I've got this huge dream and no path through which to pursue it.

I miss the city with all it's gleaming white towers and it's beautiful landmarks that stand so true, and weather the test of time. I want to be anti-establishment in the establishment city. If the devil really is in the white city, I want to meet him. I want him to rear his head and make my life interesting. The things I say and the things I do... no one listens... they're too busy staring at the pillars that surround me.