It's morning, I wake.
To my shock, it's all the same.
The scenery. The air. The silence.
Without hesitation, I continue the ritual,
The manufactured production line of life.
I pass you by, the love I see.
Everyday I pray to be,
Your one and only in trust,
But before that we must.
Build bridges o'er the system,
The malfunction is just too much.
Create an identity and own our own privacy.
We cherish most what we desire,
Acknowledged just by the friar.
Sacred matrimony, bond, connection.
I pass you by the love I see,
What more can I hope to be?
Than your one and only.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 5:03 PM UTC
It's morning, I wake.
To my shock, it's all the same.
The scenery. The air. The silence.
Without hesitation, I continue the ritual,
The manufactured production line of life.
I pass you by, the love I see.
Everyday I pray to be,
Your one and only in trust,
But before that we must.
Build bridges o'er the system,
The malfunction is just too much.
Create an identity and own our own privacy.
We cherish most what we desire,
Acknowledged just by the friar.
Sacred matrimony, bond, connection.
I pass you by the love I see,
What more can I hope to be?
Than your one and only.
