Confused
THEY'D say he's just confused, but doesn't that go for the rest of us? Only focus lies in losing focus. He calls it a distraction. Like innocently heading out one evening, hoping to get refreshed by the dusky breeze and view of the city. Hmm... Part of the latter wasn’t the contour of the chick calling on the sidewalk. Noisy but his rapt attention clings to the clinging of her cleavage... Oh snap. He claims to see women as radiant as the sun and would never reduce ‘em to sex toys. Yet, alone in the bathroom, he’s left palm creamed, butt naked, with a sextape reflecting on his pupils. A Good man, but trapped in a bad habit, it becomes hard to see the best in yourself. You'd say he's just confused, but doesn't that go for the rest of us? Not relenting even in relenting. He'd say it didn't just work out. Like rocking the crazy melodies in his head called ideas; dancing to the beat of a drum only he could hear, no better definition of lunacy bes...