In my minds eye, I await reply
An assembly line of slipknots, if I'm not correct
Coming with such quantity and aiming at your neck
Wish upon a star, and end up where you are
Alive and at last moving, thru realms of lost illusion
Its somberness is soothing, its rippling and stark
It cascades from my memory and wells around the heart
This black-hole sun sensation remains with me today
It's like a darkened record that's been put on replay
Many people start the path and walk an awful way
But sit behind the flowers and remain there for some days
But me my step is broad in fact, it wishes to be free
The task it feels so daunting but is accomplished with ease
This peace, serenity, my vocals are unscathed
I romp within the land of free and hone in on the brave
My limits are concave, my patience is so sex
That twice the twine and mellow times will lead me towards the next
I'm such a silken fool, an idiot with dash
Cause what kind of moronic man encapsulates his path?
With words and waves of sign? Below and so above? Theres nothing here to learn unless you step into your love.
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