Somewhen

It was one of those nights I was feeling kinda lethargic And I knew I shouldn't have went to that place at all But whatever was in my mind, my body pushed those thoughts aside Because it just wanted to dance, it just wanted to fly This was a funk decision I even had funky premonitions of me floating around the room Passing flowers to all the boys and girls Those roses and daisies and tulips and paisley skies Was it that time to trip? Or was I just high on the sounds of the speaker that was coming out the wall? Or was this just another dream? Am I even here at all? I see faces in the crowd and it seems like they're looking through my soul like I'm just Invisible Man who's trying to become whole but scream to the top of my lungs, but no one seems to hear me. Maybe the music was just too loud Maybe they just fear me. .