Birthing destiny outta the fact im homeless
Thats alright, I couldnt stay in place forever
The worlds a cold place, that endures for pleasure
Spin fates wheel, you don't like my ideal, but I keep a low profile. Anyway.. in the meanwhile.
What's this talk of an easy life? Can I get a slice? Life is strife it cuts and gashes. Even saints suffer from rashes. Can't we learn to share and speed? Won't you teach me how to read?
The wind, the willows, and the reed. The horn that blows and brings pure peace. I guess my soul has been many places. A hot contestant in these races. Most people come then take thier leave, I wish it wasn't so.
Everybody leaves, I'll probably die alone, a few heartfelt impressions. Then resume learning my lessons. Is the stance I take advanced? It won't amount to nothing. Just a misfit that wanted once to stand for something.
It's an oblivous world, so long my souls playmate. Too many cursed fights, not enough foresight. I'll mope under streetlights thats just what my worth is. Faith can't ressurect all this sad boy garbage. All timelines exist simultaneous. Wish I could prevent all lifes sadness.
Lifes come a long way since yesterday. Heres a chance to grow and cringe. To learn and earn, to burn and singe. The many moons of Saturns rings. I'm called to writing once again.
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