Do things go up to my head? do i keep believing, that im moving right? switched on like a little light right outside the porch, and it feels weird because i used to be a lamp, but now im just this little light. Staring solemnly into the depth of my own mind, as i stare at the floor, forever. Eternity.
The rest is history, ive given up looking back because the future wont let me down, and once you feel that deep serenade of spiked open coconut oil pouring into your soul, the rythm we call tropical, we share this visit. Tumbling down, just like my thoughts, trying to catch onto something, because either way you see it, theres just nothing to hold. But i dont mind it, i dont try to follow it, so i live with bright eyes on a new morning sun. Each day is the same as the last but theres always something new to learn. Bathub particles from the filth that used to cover it like the pit they call a heart.
Sideways and by the way side, through the curb we learn how to skid our knees until they bleed, and gush out your terror, your fears, and expose them to the world. You thought you were safer that way, but youve only let yourself become overexposed. What is it your trying to pull? Your courage isnt the thing at stake here, its your integrity.
Forward and along the way, you catch a bus, and enter it wildly, confused because your hermat crab face tucks its brain into its pocket, releases lazer vision unto thee, and doesn´t know where hes at! Drunk parade ticket is what you pay, but then you go home in dismay. Trying to live, and trying to cope, because your no longer new. Your an old bull, your last stub, into the slaughterhouse. Your time is up.
Etcetera, Etcetera, Etcetera.
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