because my perspective is subjective
and my synapses has the bitter taste of molasses
that leaves goosebumps on your tongue
you don't understand the magnifying glass
that controls my mind
that focuses in on the small specks
that when looked at so closely
become the skyscrapers that i stand upon
a ghost that a gust of breath
blown at the back of my neck
through a tubular straw
can throw me through the ground
so you don't comprehend my perspective
because.
Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 5:40 PM UTC
because my perspective is subjective
and my synapses has the bitter taste of molasses
that leaves goosebumps on your tongue
you don't understand the magnifying glass
that controls my mind
that focuses in on the small specks
that when looked at so closely
become the skyscrapers that i stand upon
a ghost that a gust of breath
blown at the back of my neck
through a tubular straw
can throw me through the ground
so you don't comprehend my perspective
because.
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