Thurman

Just in a thought of wanting to flag off the land
Trying to keep my mind clear
My friends appear
Seeing all these pictures
My mind fears, and
My eyes watering
Remind me of the days
I was listening to you saying

There is no where to go
There is nowhere where it snows

We're all in the right spot
as long as we don't spoil it
we spoilt it when we mean
we gotta give a meaning to it

Cause a spot has no meaning
While the place you're searching
Jingles around your head
You don't find it, spinning
Thoughts and laughs
and foughts, and to you
what is brought?

If you're in the right spot
you don't have to mind
what it means to search
as the search rewinds
your thoughts