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Take the ****** Out of Your Mouth

They say, “Take the ****** out of your mouth.”

 

But all the success ahead of us is merely comfort; comfort that our father's could never give us. It's OK though, everyone needs control. Time is strong and constantly moving, everyone needs a direction to avoid their minds being ripped in half. After all, Individuality is just a controlled habit of protection walking.

 

Walking fast. Walking slow. Walking in step with someone else.

Walking right in. Walking right through. Walking right on out.

Walking backwards. Walking forwards. Walking in a big circle.

We're walking on our conveyor belts and one day they'll tell us to watch our step, we're getting off.

 

Sometimes you sneer at the lower paths and ********** to the higher ones.

You could fall off your own road at any moment so

you shouldn't strain your neck like that.

 

Sometimes you stop to kneel down on one knee.

You're pretending to tie your shoes but

they're always knotted.

 

Sometimes you jump a thousand lanes,

hoping someone is watching your majestic leaps.

Will they follow you wherever you go?

 

And where exactly

are you going anyways?

 

What they'll tell you:

What's Right.

What's Wrong.

What's Real.

What's Love.

 

What they didn't tell you:

How to Believe.

How to Embrace.

How to have Faith.

How to Love.

 

“Take the ****** out of your mouth.”

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Aug 2, 2010
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