I gotta go

i gotta go. I'm not. I'm just not. You can tell by my face that i didn't sleep well for some long time. Don't know where i am anymore. I'm sentimental with a lot of headaches. My face is burning. My hands are cold. My brain is tired. Can you bring peace on this earth? I had enough.  Can't get no sleep. I don't know anymore who or what i am... i need to get away... to go away... Traim intr-o societate. Asta inseamna ca suntem educati si ce sa spunem si cum sa spunem, ce sa simtim, cum sa simtim. Societatea, media distruge sufletul pur iar el se gaseste numai in arta. Atat. Iar uneori arta nici ea nu mai e pura. Si gandindu-ma la un oras  frumos, la un munte magnific, avand Urma care imi canta si poate si niste carti bune, ma simt mai bine. Si un saxofon ar fi nemaipomenit sa-mi incalzeasca urechile si sunetul lui sa-mi linisteasca gandurile.