Things happen while I'm rapping, soul tapping
Worry our whole lives on things that never happen
Wound in a ball of yarn steady unwrapping
And when the end is reached that's the story played backwards
Rather take flight than take action
Lend a loan of time to self proclaimed mavericks, what's lacking?
An emptiness that's too opaque to fathom
An openness that's free of sarcasm
Just asking..
Where is man who yields his own lantern?
And fixates his word with a passion?
Steady do these fables rise, in my mind and through these eyes
Intermixed with joys and sighs, heavy cuts and lullaby
This moment free of all disguise, a crochet and a pattern
A symbol nor a standard, nor mathematicians average
Just me.. speaking out and willing to receive
I see the moment that we grieve is the moment we reprieve
Recover.. than pass the knowledge back to one another
Open up the dusted book just to rediscover
An archive of all wonder, the thunder of the summer
The fall of fortresses, and life's steady metamorphosis
You see...Things happen while I'm rapping, soul tapping
Cast a net into pools of thought, just to release what I'm catching
Strive again to strike a chord, to realize what I'm lacking
In the end the words are just a fraction
Worry our whole lives on things that never happen
Wound in a ball of yarn steady unwrapping
And when the end is reached that's the story played backwards
Rather take flight than take action
Lend a loan of time to self proclaimed mavericks, what's lacking?
An emptiness that's too opaque to fathom
An openness that's free of sarcasm
Just asking..
Where is man who yields his own lantern?
And fixates his word with a passion?
Steady do these fables rise, in my mind and through these eyes
Intermixed with joys and sighs, heavy cuts and lullaby
This moment free of all disguise, a crochet and a pattern
A symbol nor a standard, nor mathematicians average
Just me.. speaking out and willing to receive
I see the moment that we grieve is the moment we reprieve
Recover.. than pass the knowledge back to one another
Open up the dusted book just to rediscover
An archive of all wonder, the thunder of the summer
The fall of fortresses, and life's steady metamorphosis
You see...Things happen while I'm rapping, soul tapping
Cast a net into pools of thought, just to release what I'm catching
Strive again to strike a chord, to realize what I'm lacking
In the end the words are just a fraction
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