When it boils down to it, everything is a matter of energy...
an equation, with either a positive or a negative on the line...
and sometimes you don't come out quite equally, that's for damn sure.
sometimes you add to that damn little equation, and sometimes you take all you can...
it. is.
a.
FUCKED.
UP
WORLD
dude!
that much I can say.
sometimes, we know what our little walk of destiny is. How we react to that is a marvel of the spirit, in some cases. In other cases, even with the best of us, it's fuckin brutal. It's like we have to show just how good and bad we can be... maybe we think that makes us that much more impressive? To be so capable/diverse? But isn't it a hindrance to hold on to old beliefs and prowesses/ etc
I don't know... bitches fuck up mah flow... that much, i know... yo... see what i mean...
ahhh fuck it. my brain's too enticed to fight it. I just gotta roll with the punches and go with the blows... maybe by the morning I'll feel something, yo. Gotta admit that I'm losting this crazy old fight
between the lyrics, the words
and what just feels right
I feel like an old soldier
lost and forgot
left at the stern
to casually rot
i am no explorer
i am no good man
i am disillusion
in a poker-faced hand
i want nothing special
no forgiveness or love
i want, only
homely
at the push
or the shove
dont forget to include me
in all of your wants
for i am but a chased, and
invisible haunt
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