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Ruin inevitable,
yet
bloom the land fallen dead.
Memories of the lustful
germ and rain.
I am owned by these fictional characters
They guide my waking life, rule what I have the chance to do.
I tell them what I want them to do.
They retort with what actually happened.
It’s usually much more depressing than what I
Planned (like real life I
guess) But they are strong characters
And shan’t do anything they don’t want
So I concede. Depressing it is.
There’s talk of teamwork, of
What it means to band together.
There’s shouting of political ideas,
Cries for more and more enthusiasm.
But it’s not really enthusiasm that drives this process.
It’s need.
It’s a need you can feel deep in your bones,
One that pulls the best out of people,
Encouraging them to shine and to change.
So maybe the word isn’t solidarity,
It’s need.
A need for power, for control, for wages,
For health insurance, for fair worker’s rights.
We give you solidarity when you have need,
I hope you can some day return the favor.
A body of liquid aged to amber, that never slept
yet smelled of dusk
a seeker of sanctuary
now the lengths between where you are and where I stand
is the whisper of wind
letting what remains
be flame
and a quenching sea
I feel the break, feel the break, feel the break and I’ve gotta live it up
Because life is to short to let my worries guide me
So yeah, I’ll take another drink.
Yeah, I’ll smoke another joint.
Who are you to tell me how to live my life?
What I really wanna say, is I’ve got mine.
And I’ll make it, I’m coming up.
I just wish people would focus more on their own problems and less on mine.
If they know what is good for them they best go run and hide
Because I’ll turn it right back around on them.
Believe that I’ve got something for his punk-ass.
Ain’t got no money to spend, I wish this night would never end.
Words given to me freely but not fully understood
Not until I learned what a party was.
A place where people go to escape from their lives.
Dancing, singing, drinking, smoking, laughing, spinning, drinking, reeling.
And if god’s good word goes unspoken the music goes all night
Because the bars are always open.
Flows. A cascading fountain of thought. Sometimes,
I don’t know how to say what I feel.
Life isn’t fair.
I want to go far away and never return.
People say things they don’t mean.
I want to punch somebody in the face.
Sorry doesn’t fix it.
I don’t know what I stand for.
You don’t realize what you have until it’s gone.
I don’t fear death.
Things get taken for granted.
I feel like a rat trapped in a cage.
Bad things happen to good people.
Always, I try to stay positive.
Everyone has an opinion.
I care about my family.
On a long enough timeline the survival rate for everybody drops to zero.
I want to be the best I can be.
Two plus two equals four.
I think about the decision that always benefits myself and my family.
If you can’t swim you shouldn’t jump into the ocean.
I like to think about things that are highly unlikely.
The earth revolves around the sun.
I’m unwilling to give up.
Flame breeds heat.
If you touch it you get burned.
Showering you
with information, sometimes so insignificant
That it could go unnoticed.
And now I’m right back where I’m from.
Vibrations echo in the halls of my mind
Mind vibrations echo in the halls
Failure to submit is truth that I find
Finding failure to truth and submission
The feelings of pleasure are like rope in a bind
Bind the feeling and rope the pleasure
The thoughts that we must filter will make you go blind
Blind the filter of thoughts that can make you
The feelings of emptiness and a repressed flash of emotions
Deciding to stay or run from these cold ancient notions
But you know that to stay means pain and despair
But you know that to run feels weak and leaves you bare
And within that split second at a million miles an hour,
Even though all your heart wants is to cower.
Suddenly you find the despair is better than nothing
And that inevitably the pain gives you power
We can’t decipher reflections from sight
Sight from reflections can’t decipher us
Realizing what you need to win the fight
Fighting to win the realization
A switch that gets pressed and turns on the light
Lights gets pressed when switches turn on
Sometimes I really believe that I’m right
Right that sometimes I really believe
Darkness imprisoning me in the night
Night imprisoning me in the dark
And so when the smoke does finally clear
You still have to wonder if it’s easier to run
But in what you don’t know it’s easier to fear
I would rather live in fear than know that they won