you;re already ahead, you are alive
nothing is clawing for your eyes and your heart still beats
all with eternal time
but yours is so, so short.
a simile for a sunrise
so why not call it quits, smile with the sun dear child
because money isn't what the world is about
in fact
it scoffs at the idea.
don't give an inch to the grabbers, the thief's who don't give you
the inch
they all play for keeps, and nothing is worth keeping
why not call it quits
and smile with the sun, it wont be there forever
even though it may burn long while you're past.
call it quits and live ****** there's nothing else to do.
You can fight
You can scratch,
and for ***** sake you can bleed for it.
but it wont bleed for you, and sometimes you need to bleed
for the idol, to feel the empathy for all the souls, that run amok.
It's all about the fight, life always has been.
sincerity is all that bleeds for you,
so if you want to bleed, let us bleed for each other.
Call it quits ****** and think what few have dared to think.
run wild with the wolves, you're instinct is what we need.
not another lawyer, not another marketer, not another politician.
God knows there are too many, and maybe the world doesn't need another poet.
The words just feel too good to pass up.
At least we're all dreamers, in an unsolicited land.
If I failed to convey a point, all I mean is how beautiful we are in our absurdity, running amok, to portray serenity.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 12:59 AM UTC
you;re already ahead, you are alive
nothing is clawing for your eyes and your heart still beats
all with eternal time
but yours is so, so short.
a simile for a sunrise
so why not call it quits, smile with the sun dear child
because money isn't what the world is about
in fact
it scoffs at the idea.
don't give an inch to the grabbers, the thief's who don't give you
the inch
they all play for keeps, and nothing is worth keeping
why not call it quits
and smile with the sun, it wont be there forever
even though it may burn long while you're past.
call it quits and live ****** there's nothing else to do.
You can fight
You can scratch,
and for ***** sake you can bleed for it.
but it wont bleed for you, and sometimes you need to bleed
for the idol, to feel the empathy for all the souls, that run amok.
It's all about the fight, life always has been.
sincerity is all that bleeds for you,
so if you want to bleed, let us bleed for each other.
Call it quits ****** and think what few have dared to think.
run wild with the wolves, you're instinct is what we need.
not another lawyer, not another marketer, not another politician.
God knows there are too many, and maybe the world doesn't need another poet.
The words just feel too good to pass up.
At least we're all dreamers, in an unsolicited land.
If I failed to convey a point, all I mean is how beautiful we are in our absurdity, running amok, to portray serenity.
j.g
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