I feel I'm rambling
Emptying everything to make room for everything
Just talking and talking and talking
Never making any sense
Only dispensing two cent contents
And floating in a dense sea of empty wind
Void of movement with only pretense
I don't display anything, I just play
I make it up and happen to "win"
But it's just blowing on my own sails
Forcing me to appear bigger never getting better
Never going anywhere or doing anything
Just being a stone, a brick
Another unit in a wall that climbs ever so high in the sky
To be lost to gravity and time
And crumble without doing anything
As I'm surrounded by the grey mortar
