I like playing with my lips when i trip and power lines drive me away. Also if i focus on going forward, i will surely and inevitably drift to one side. Also when i trip, one note is all i need, so i think I'm gonna go play it for a bit amidst the spinegasm.
the ideas bred from isolation misdirected from the flow that you and i are used to shifting precious sanity incessantly arranging a chaotic order between the repetition as the clock ticks away another day along with a layer of skin thick enough to drag us down below who we are should we come up for a breath of air and shake off the fear closing in and around a need for escape we have no choice so why wait yet i wait all the same focusing on and through extraterrestrial eyes peeling back the fabric to slip inside something ive been missing since the beginning of time where you and i would wait there silent without pride or any more needless distractions from all that is and are things we take for granted as our focus falls away from the space between the notes and beats tapping the rhythm with walking feet sending shivers up my spine speaking of the sublime whispers veiled in a former nothing that meant so much before a moment i fail to remember purely of my own choice where all i have the memory the decision this moment to listen what could i possibly tell time when this relativity is the make up of my mind set in stone statue standing ever still without ever needing to have to bend this thing called will
i want to fuck love
why fear the freedom?
time to turn around and go over everything backwards
once more
the ideas bred from isolation misdirected from the flow that you and i are used to shifting precious sanity incessantly arranging a chaotic order between the repetition as the clock ticks away another day along with a layer of skin thick enough to drag us down below who we are should we come up for a breath of air and shake off the fear closing in and around a need for escape we have no choice so why wait yet i wait all the same focusing on and through extraterrestrial eyes peeling back the fabric to slip inside something ive been missing since the beginning of time where you and i would wait there silent without pride or any more needless distractions from all that is and are things we take for granted as our focus falls away from the space between the notes and beats tapping the rhythm with walking feet sending shivers up my spine speaking of the sublime whispers veiled in a former nothing that meant so much before a moment i fail to remember purely of my own choice where all i have the memory the decision this moment to listen what could i possibly tell time when this relativity is the make up of my mind set in stone statue standing ever still without ever needing to have to bend this thing called will
i want to fuck love
why fear the freedom?
time to turn around and go over everything backwards
once more
billyfivecrows:
Amen, brother...