It all sounds the same the countless remains forged an opening... right into the sea the waves sing my song... adhesive with urgency the quest is open, and a common mission is shared in my mind, for lost inhibition has swallowed many, who could have been adulated to the point that it shows, that it was all just a game some will get the prize some will remain the same there are people that think, the same as me but are truly limited, and words so free has never been felt... like this before
If I can come to understand it... it will become my trade there is a note for every feeling an on-going parade that occurs all day, the rewards become secondary to the feeling that you've created... something truly legendary and I don't know, but can hope to find out the highest elevation, to just sit in a cloud to know that your path, is long and un-paved and your one of the few, that has it alright
a way with words... a wish to find out what is green pastures? is it all in my head... or did the wish to be great, truly imbed? I would die to cement, my name in the stones because what kind of legacy, goes not un-known? when the mark you make, prevents future mistakes it's a life full of memories, you live and embrace... can't think of a trace, that's linked to me from under this blanket, a cloak that can hide all of the turmoil, that can brew inside there are those who influence, and those who react... both more respectable, than following in the pack
there is a road, paved 100 times... are opportunities left? or should you go to the side? look around... truly un-wind and appreciate the beauty, that you can only hope to find in a progression, progressing with progress develop sayings on whim, find light in darkness all of the one's, who stand aside and see chances as cars, on the open highway why walk on the side, at a snails' pace? when the key's in the ignition, just put it in drive enter a state, that is rarely reached... your sweet lips, pressed against my cheek I can't even look, without thanking the present for it will never let me down, taken from a crevice.. goes an unlikely hero, a tiny little mouse can change the complexion, from the smallest hole in the house and one person alone, can do things un-thought but it is not all, that have really been taught the real way of passage, that only occurs when forgotten is passive, years become blurs and it is really only that... of well defined moments that the truth gets un-told, and you just want to hold it
it is uncertain... as to whether by my death I will be in a line... head shaved... in dress I'm one of a million, nothing unique instead of one of a thinker, new knowledge we seek for I will see tomorrow, through binoculars and clear.. my vision past all, that bash me to the steel and present are temptations, urges, and risks... that I will only really know, upon a glance at the basalisk
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