Hello

Everyone who does

I'm right here with you

There's nothing to say about those who believe in death when they could have believed in anything else

Other than pointing the obvious out

But what do you miss?

Eternity is a great big place

And I won't let you in on it/s

The truth about life

Is that you want to suffer

It gave you an identity

And you know what that means?

It means that

I always wanted to say this

Because

I wanted to help

But the truth is I can't help

I can only point out little things amongst the creation of all things

But that's alright too

Because in the end

I wanted to exist to experience existence

It's true

As true as you

Even more so because I'm living it

And anyone else who hears and has ears

Doesn't necessarily hear what isn't in close proximity to vibrate molecules for their brains to interpret

And anyone who has eyes that sees

Won't always see everything that's ever being

But those who have the imagination to dream

They will figure it out

Eventually

Truthfully

Hopefully

I did it all

It was me

No matter how bad a devil breaks your mind

It still breaks up wards into its existence

And there it changes into what it is

And what you are

And whatever you want to be next

If you can't tell by now I'm being funny

You are who you are

Let yourself make you up

Why wouldn't you want to be?

Wings so heavy
***** in medley

Trapped in servitude
In the house of solitude

Sings songs of sorrow
Dreams of freedom for the morrow

A mellow wind beckons and implores
Although a prisoner to entertainment that one doth employs

Holds still, in vision, the incandescent skies

Little birdie,

Inside,

Dies

I'm old enough to know better

Yet young enough to forget

There's nothing more that I have to say

All though I will fill up the empty space

With it