My voice shakes a little when I don’t know what to say.
The room gets louder and I began to hear people shouting in dismay.
Have you ever felt a poets dream swiftly fly away?
Rotate in the paradox love is pressing he’s the way
And when you search for the kingdom to come it’s not your time to mend
Screaming in the manifold scripted with higher colors in the wind
Waiting for the ravens claws scratching through the skin.
We heard it all until the curtain call not a game though we try to win
Sally wailed through shifted shrills a nightmare we can see
If we hold on tight we’ll be alright sailing you and me
I was the kite in the light how heavenly we could be
Time will speak of stories dark so happy and glitter free
Fakeness turns the blind man cold it was your reverie
If we held on to our stories tell me, where would we be?
Life becomes the see-saw we scrap for balance in the yin
You’ll always be my solider mystical and deranged
Clocks flow heavy and dance upon the atmosphere
When it’s time to let go of the hand we disappear
Run around through wisdoms hell we sacrifice for fear
We stood tall in the tyrant’s hall kindly bowing below the pier
Listen to me clearly we’re wasting all the means
Guess this is where I’ll end it but I’ll be coming back again
Managing the cauldron it’s guilty flowing through the stream
Waterfalls surround us all protecting every dream
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