*I’m the last thing you ever wanted and the first you ever chose.
The warm place that draws you in, and the hot fire that brands your distaste
I’m everywhere you look, but nowhere to be found
Because to seek me out would lead you to the truth
Dangling on the edge of you, I watch my lights grow dim
I’m your destination, but never your journey
You close my box and tighten the bow, but won't give me away
On the shelf I sit another day
I'm the cause and the solution for all your ills
You're the monkey that won’t jump onto my back
Our vines they wind up opposing branches
Growing farther is our grasp at holding on.*
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 11:26 AM UTC
*I’m the last thing you ever wanted and the first you ever chose.
The warm place that draws you in, and the hot fire that brands your distaste
I’m everywhere you look, but nowhere to be found
Because to seek me out would lead you to the truth
Dangling on the edge of you, I watch my lights grow dim
I’m your destination, but never your journey
You close my box and tighten the bow, but won't give me away
On the shelf I sit another day
I'm the cause and the solution for all your ills
You're the monkey that won’t jump onto my back
Our vines they wind up opposing branches
Growing farther is our grasp at holding on.*
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