Apparently theres actually a bad time for love.
Apparently theres a lack of sentiment from those above.
Apparently were being watched by fed and all his homies.
Apparently if i **** up ill end up far below me.

Gradually the trees will grow and give of lots of zen.
Gradually our bodies break apart while we pretend.
Gradually we find ourselves until we meet our end.

I miss the feeling of being young,
knowing nothing at all.
Blissfully running through life,
unworried if you'll fall.
Life is but a dream,
Until you are awakened.
Rising abrupt from slumber,
feeling chopped like lumber..