they all told me that
actions speak louder than words
but as i got more confident i observed
that somehow actually got more reserved
like a formal verse was more normal? sure -
but let's explore the blurb
i'm speaking right now
the sort of world, where i wonder
do you hear my voice as noise, or me?
trying to get this off my chest
i lift to expose the things
that have frozen me, in dreams, of need -
infatuated with a better life, why
i am - gravitating towards the sun
and yes when the timing is right
i'll fly into the night and never return -
'cause all i see
are people killing people and
evils being refilled, and i don't see (this eye candy) -
why this gotta be the case
why you never wanna face
real reality without a base
without a vase, i'd rather push flowers
without a trace, watch the sour vanish within hours
taste the fast life, kiss of death
last night, almost wished for less
complexity - i mean, i need a breath.