Porous is my purpose
What's a purpose?
What's a pore?
I used to love the surface
Now I long for something more
See the earth is almost ethereal
To hell with definition
Blame my vision
But without the flames
There'd be a lack of spinning

With no passion there's no action
Without light there is no life
If we didn't suffer through the day
we'd never love the night
If the night is when you suffer
then you'd never love the mornings
And the mornings what you need
To end, and start another story.