Meaningful Thoughts
I hold you on a pedestal.
I want to know your side,
as do you I.
I can tell you this,
All we are is far from bliss.
I've said before,
Amount of feeling,
Is never true.
Alas all can be changed.
If it were fained.
A new will have begun,
Indigenous creatures from
all around, would run
If they could, to tell
a story, about the
Infant balance. Betwixt
all will become, and again
It'll be what we wanted.
Apples will ripen to their fullest,
Itching will become
A thing of the past.
It'll all be what we
are, and who we were.
I will sit, watch
and listen. For that's what
I do best, again
and again the story,
It'll be told.
Making things hard,
Is what you do.
Mucking things up,
It's how it
Must be done.
I will try to
Marry these feelings.
Inside it's a sea,
Messing with everything.
I see, could you believe all
My make believe.
It's probably all bs,
myself and everything
I do. It has to, it
must come to an end.
it just feels so good.
making me warm.
If I were to lose. It
Might be my last.
I could not bare another,
Make me real fast.
It will not catch
Me. I will run, and
I'll never return again.
as do you I.
I can tell you this,
All we are is far from bliss.
I've said before,
Amount of feeling,
Is never true.
Alas all can be changed.
If it were fained.
A new will have begun,
Indigenous creatures from
all around, would run
If they could, to tell
a story, about the
Infant balance. Betwixt
all will become, and again
It'll be what we wanted.
Apples will ripen to their fullest,
Itching will become
A thing of the past.
It'll all be what we
are, and who we were.
I will sit, watch
and listen. For that's what
I do best, again
and again the story,
It'll be told.
Making things hard,
Is what you do.
Mucking things up,
It's how it
Must be done.
I will try to
Marry these feelings.
Inside it's a sea,
Messing with everything.
I see, could you believe all
My make believe.
It's probably all bs,
myself and everything
I do. It has to, it
must come to an end.
it just feels so good.
making me warm.
If I were to lose. It
Might be my last.
I could not bare another,
Make me real fast.
It will not catch
Me. I will run, and
I'll never return again.
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I hold you on a pedestal.
I hold you on a pedestal.
