My love doesn't obey time.
My madness doesn't know reality,
And my consciousness...
My consciousness sits somewhere
In the middle of the ocean,
On a raft,
Smoking a bowl.
And every time I ask it to come back it just says,
"Nah, man. It's much better out here."
My heart doesn't listen.
My brain can't lead,
And my life...
My life ends every twelve months.
With each new year, I start over and live through an entire lifetime.
Condensed,
Compressed,
But still just as heavy.
My reflection doesn't know it's me.
My thoughts don't know when to stop,
And my soul...
My soul is ever growing, helping me learn from my mistakes.
With it I'm able to reach out and truly change things.
Holding,
Grasping, and
Solidifying immortality.
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC
My love doesn't obey time.
My madness doesn't know reality,
And my consciousness...
My consciousness sits somewhere
In the middle of the ocean,
On a raft,
Smoking a bowl.
And every time I ask it to come back it just says,
"Nah, man. It's much better out here."
My heart doesn't listen.
My brain can't lead,
And my life...
My life ends every twelve months.
With each new year, I start over and live through an entire lifetime.
Condensed,
Compressed,
But still just as heavy.
My reflection doesn't know it's me.
My thoughts don't know when to stop,
And my soul...
My soul is ever growing, helping me learn from my mistakes.
With it I'm able to reach out and truly change things.
Holding,
Grasping, and
Solidifying immortality.
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