WINE AND GATES
thinking bout the blind at heart
this is the reason
this is the chore
that will is in season
and life has become a bore
misery may taste good, even delicious
its fingers of excitement all in a row
but my neck is somehow suspicious
the laugh of intellects sour to the know
the dread of mine hand
alone in the pluses and minuses of subdued light
has seen the future to be and
and a gift of surreality is to come like might
have you a wisdom to kiss
for we have many, and many more to keep
for the since in the can of ways we adjust to miss
take the life of worms and the heat of it
i am love, duty, commonness, even neurosis
yet i still come, to those with ignorance at heart
the reasons are too many and sallow to the life of a simple bliss
we are disgust of the soul to know the beginning, middle and end of art
this is the chore
that will is in season
and life has become a bore
misery may taste good, even delicious
its fingers of excitement all in a row
but my neck is somehow suspicious
the laugh of intellects sour to the know
the dread of mine hand
alone in the pluses and minuses of subdued light
has seen the future to be and
and a gift of surreality is to come like might
have you a wisdom to kiss
for we have many, and many more to keep
for the since in the can of ways we adjust to miss
take the life of worms and the heat of it
i am love, duty, commonness, even neurosis
yet i still come, to those with ignorance at heart
the reasons are too many and sallow to the life of a simple bliss
we are disgust of the soul to know the beginning, middle and end of art
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thinking bout the blind at heart
thinking bout the blind at heart