Sleep!
But Do not dream.
Your thoughts are off the target.
Wake
To the same
Complications!
Drown,
In your wants.
The whitened walls
Stained with love.
Deceived
By the belief
Of propositions.
Wait!
Keep Waiting!
Don't rush through the experience.
Leave!
Temptation comes to us all.
Sell
To the masses
An open book of excuses.
Till you fall,
Till you fall,
Into pieces...
Standards will crash.
Unearthing the past.
Laws and fiction blur out creation.
Melt down the stones.
The building blocks of reason.
And hope,
To let go,
To let go.
Hope,
To let go,
As they let go.
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Washed up and Torn out.
Delivered without regret.
this is our life.
Our now is a series of random connections.
Maybe's become pathologies.
Worries are the joys of depression.
Perhaps rocking back and forth will alleviate these thoughts.
Alcohol has kept them balanced for long enough.
Step up to the task of responsibly acting.
Are decisions for the "well-to-do's" only?
Failure has brought us victory.
Victory over imposed self.
The bottom of the bucket only leaves one option:
Looking up and climbing out!
By all means, climb out!
Routines have plagued the living with apathy.
Apathy has paved the way for thoughtlessness.
Thoughtlessness leaves room for only one.
As the moon tugs at the waves of the ocean,
So do the lives of the neighbors on me.
As a storm leaves it's mark on my property,
So do the people I meet.
And through these natural occurances of chance meetings and reciprocity,
I sense the fact that the you in me,
Is constantly creating
the self that I am perceiving.
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Sleep! But Do not dream. Your thoughts are off the target. Wake To the same Complications! Drown, In your wants. The whitened walls Stained with love. Deceived By the belief Of propositions. Wait! Keep Waiting! Don't rush through the experience. Leave! Temptation comes to us all. Sell To the masses An open book of excuses. Till you fall, Till you fall, Into pieces... Standards will crash. Unearthing the past. Laws and fiction blur out creation. Melt down the stones. The building blocks of reason. And hope, To let go, To let go. Hope, To let go, As they let go.
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Identifying Self
Washed up and Torn out. Delivered without regret. this is our life. Our now is a series of random connections. Maybe's become pathologies. Worries are the joys of depression. Perhaps rocking back and forth will alleviate these thoughts. Alcohol has kept them balanced for long enough. Step up to the task of responsibly acting. Are decisions for the "well-to-do's" only? Failure has brought us victory. Victory over imposed self. The bottom of the bucket only leaves one option: Looking up and climbing out! By all means, climb out! Routines have plagued the living with apathy. Apathy has paved the way for thoughtlessness. Thoughtlessness leaves room for only one. As the moon tugs at the waves of the ocean, So do the lives of the neighbors on me. As a storm leaves it's mark on my property, So do the people I meet. And through these natural occurances of chance meetings and reciprocity, I sense the fact that the you in me, Is constantly creating the self that I am perceiving.
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