Well they say Jesus was a sailor, but the blind men couldn’t float
So I just sat in the river and watched as my skin erode
Escape is a verb not used by the ones who speak it
Give love and take action on the ones who may critique it  
  
Let’s all pray for the kid who dreams in black and white
See’s people as colors, knows aura on sight
Lives to die to leave his footprint
And has been writing ever since
He loves the idea of people talking about him in past tense  

Life is so much sweeter when you breathe through your imperfections
You see it all in slow motion as it spills in all directions
It’s a theater of war between the sleepers and the accepting
Until you look into a mirror and notice that it’s not reflecting