Somewhere on this beanstalk to the stars, I woke up in the bottom of a well. Script flipped and it caught me off guard, honestly sometimes I ain't honest with myself. When it’s all been said and done there will still be much to do and say. When the questions were thrown to the air everyone pretended like they knew the way.
Dragging through this buildings filth and grime, kicking with a family of friends who's poisoned by they brilliant minds. A coming change is that silver line. Then again I said I'd change like a million times. Craving psilocybin psychedelics to see if I'll be strilla when my cipher’s helpless. For a while I was shook about losing my cool, which is why I tightly held it like a priceless relic until it slipped, enlightenment's a silly myth dripping from the brushes we're gilding the lilies with. A sky full of glimmers, battling they filaments like "your shine is silky dunny, but not as ill as this". Pillars crumble and buckle the sanctum. Should I play a carpenter and forge another arrangement or move on and simply shrug at the mayhem? ‘Cause some of these structures ain't worth the trouble to save 'em.
I'm on my day falling out into a cadmium morning. There is always an ellipsis at the end of the story. I've been trying to put my finger on what I cannot describe I seem so far way.
Dusk in this city's got the prettiest blues been nearly a year and I'm still thinking of you. Made it a point to enjoy everything I go through so I keeps a grin even in my miserable moods, yo. Always been one of those grass is greener cats and I'm sure your piece of patch has flourished since I've seen it last. Reasons for retreating back can't be justified. When the underlying theme is the fear I've come to find.
This is one for the ages. Defying physics by leaning both ways
Faces in the muddled mosaics claiming to be the most spectacular snowflakes. And the shrapnel ain't bias when it pierces flesh, but I've only met a few who sport they spirit best. The iridescent quest claims the known achievers when they get stuck amongst the gluttonous lotus-eaters.
And I'm eager as a neophyte. Curiosity carved, the scars are credentials that I keep for life. ‘Til the particles that charge me team with the beams of light I'ma rock this mah fucker as my own Jesus Christ. Save my self, ain't a single way in hell I'ma dwell inside a vacant well lamenting on the day I fell. Need to leap off this racing conveyor belt find a little nowhere and post like cicada shells. Speak to me your recent endeavors and see if maybe I can keep it together and be reminded of why I spread the ivory sails and left everything I knew to hike a winding trail. Summers end ain't arriving slowly. I'm lounging out it its demise but won't be stagnated, waiting for developing signs then go a curse the fire below when it tells me to climb. Up from the discomfort of the pell-mell, wonder what to do once I'm out from underneath this well cover. Probably try and break some false assumptions and realize what I lost has been all for something...
Be loud my love. Tell the clouds above its the now not the how it was.No regrets for the doings done. Each choice I've made has been the right one.