New perspective, as fresh as fruit

Music and words are mine again, it's awful lovely to see the return of such cherished friend. Self expresson, thats the stuff, in words and depth I love too much. It makes me me, It makes me breathe, the swift crisp air is now in reach. My old mindset I must empeach, for its time for a new constitution.. an' I heard it's quite the revolution. You feel the beat, you see the street, what doesn't bother you anymore is the heat, and ya don't even care if ya get enough to eat...malnourished in body, overstimulated in mind, even if cliche, your soul will always be alive. It has no beginning, it has no end. Starting point is blurry, ending is rusty, your perception is getting slightly crusty. Well sir, it's infinity and beyond, these feelings I possess ain't never gonna be gone. It's a love, it's a hate, it's a never ending debate. But sometimes the mouth thats wisest, is the quietest....and it reigns in a whisper.