Thought crowned the kingdom
Running through the options, been at it long enough now
If I wanted to
Not sure I could stop it
Wisdom tells me for every second gained
You can count on third losses
These thoughts I hold onto are as old as north Boston
Suppose it's closer than ever or over populated
The oasis has faded again devastated the canvas before the ink ever sank in
Damaged the skin
Making it difficult to drift off in all reality I've held much beauty but at impossible costs
To find I too succumb to mortality
Had I known then what I know now
Had I slowed down on my effort to break ground I may of known what love was
Sadly
Not every depression is a valley
Without peaks every song is just static
Dying words dissolve as it passes had it been properly displayed we'd get the message
Thought crushed the kingdom
Running fingers over the wreckage stop to discover the relics
Without commonality
What is left to make sense of?