Our swan songs will forever sail upon the breeze. Who told you that only time would tell? Whose report do you believe? How many times will you let yourself be deceived? Only the trees can speak for the trees. You're so surrounded by bullshit, you no longer mind the smell. They threaten you with eternal hell, just to convince you that you've got time to sell. You're the only product that thinks that it's the clientele.
This might surprise you, but all of you are under a spell. Don't think that means that I'm blaming you. There's no saving me, there's no saving you. I suggest you do more than just hold your breath. Seeds planted all over the planet, but trees like us weren't meant to live through pollution and slow death. I can't understand it, and maybe I never will. The answer begged the student to pay attention to the lesson, but was taken for granted. Often annoyed at the way they avoid my questions. I laughed, as is my creative passion to destroy.
King of wonderland as my witness I will stop when I am finished… but work is endless they cried out from the void. Stuck in a fiction with no plot to twist in, no pot to piss in, locked and indifferent. We could go back anytime, but for me there are still new worlds to see. Let's just head over to the next verse.Ī: oh wow we're entering multiverse territory now.Ĭ: are we gonna go back to the world we were originally from? Yo love relax you sound like you're out of your fucking mind. Swallow your pride, the truth will be mine. There's nothing special about this town he replied, but I could see behind his lies his eyes belied the very truth he tried to hide. Entered the saloon walked up to the bartender and said hey. Stepping out of time and space, took us bout a night and a day. And just south I see a city made of clay. The sun is like a paper airplane's toss away. Only trust teachers who wanna make you freer. Forming a trichotomy made up of the preacher, the nonbeliever, and the reaper. *scream like falling down a rabbit hole* Tumbled out the ether, three worlds in the eyes of the perceivers. I find myself drifting in the wind, so don't try to tell me that it's sink or swim.Ībsolem: I swear I heard some windchimes right before we found you. I'm here for you as a friend to the end, condemned to walk a planet we could all transcend. It's not easy, but I'm telling you it's for the best. Address the concepts that you'd rather forget, understand the context of your unrest. First accept the heart in your own chest. Everybody's comprehension of the world that we live in is different. Good intentions are hardly worth mention without knowledge of how to give attention and respect. Anybody can grow and change their mind, besides it takes study to be truly kind. I don't tend to believe in a point of no return.
God how pathetic kid? Why do our mistakes have to be so repetitive? Maybe it's so that we can learn. My overconfidence masquerading as intelligence stunted my development, an arrogant pessimist, my social deficits self-evident, to my own friends I was often a detriment, for years I was an anti-feminist. Days I was young and I thought I was a clever kid. I feel at home for a moment, remembering a place I've never lived. Baribeau says we should learn to be alone without feeling lonely, I ponder his words as the world turns slowly.
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