When the shoreline isn’t
the third floor, lightning won’t fly
at all or at once.
the trees turn to plastic
trees when Africa’s carved.
We won’t 'hurt' them that much.
I remember anticipation sneaking slowly
when we all had butterflies
in the stomach.
Remember the one who showed you
what was new? The one who gave
you chills down the spine?
When the trees of earth are the
algae of the sea, moss will be
endangered species
when the best mutation is gills,
the pastime will skid from consumption
to survival instinct.
when the institution holds the
artist down and uses
two rolls of gorilla tape
As long as everything remains
the same we won't have
to realize we're backstabbed.
The universe crystallizes and
the sea turns to muck; theoretical
garbage and ****
The clouds melt into the grass
The mountains drop and when
There’s no peak to see what’s left,
I'll be on top of my mountain
I got no hand in the outcome
And so I’ll turn at last.
Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 1:02 AM UTC
When the shoreline isn’t
the third floor, lightning won’t fly
at all or at once.
the trees turn to plastic
trees when Africa’s carved.
We won’t 'hurt' them that much.
I remember anticipation sneaking slowly
when we all had butterflies
in the stomach.
Remember the one who showed you
what was new? The one who gave
you chills down the spine?
When the trees of earth are the
algae of the sea, moss will be
endangered species
when the best mutation is gills,
the pastime will skid from consumption
to survival instinct.
when the institution holds the
artist down and uses
two rolls of gorilla tape
As long as everything remains
the same we won't have
to realize we're backstabbed.
The universe crystallizes and
the sea turns to muck; theoretical
garbage and ****
The clouds melt into the grass
The mountains drop and when
There’s no peak to see what’s left,
I'll be on top of my mountain
I got no hand in the outcome
And so I’ll turn at last.
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