Sparks, imperial journey to the great gold
it's day for shining
dark for crying
and pining
deciding
where to go? in this great blue world
I see lines
better to remove the dust and
grab whatever's floating
How would we stay alive for ourselves?
Tell me what a real person is.
Ask me what a real human is.
Green, I feel green
in the face and the toes
because green grows
what the heart knows
Safety is gone
but i feel alright. Just because it might go away doesn't mean I have to hold on harder, or bite down stronger.
Everything slips, because
everything slips.
Hang me on a string
and rid the town of my modern making
They wanted a puppet
but they gave me the wrong color
the mismatched wood
uneven cards and googly eyes
that see too much.
Maybe the sun could bleach me
back to a perfect dolly
on the windowpane
for your pleasure and my disdain
We could avoid the mess
of dancing under Vega
Aquarius is finally here
and it only talks this way
in the summertime
But I've learned to listen:
love sets in after time, and distance is quickest.
I sent a letter admitting that it's partially my fault
for losing myself in the hanging orb
but internally I knew that distance is quickest
I sense a change above our hearts
and it wants
an audience
Maybe the stars know what to do?
Down here it's not true
to say we have any clue
If there only was a way to learn that Sparks in the sky
are opportunities to try
and lie less
to be great and honest
Learn that distance is quickest
Green: the spaceship of our baby dreams
and quilt seams
begging us to replant
and re-pot and re-hash
for a brighter future
a lighter day
Wringing on my knees in the end
to believe that distance is quickest
and harmony's not already dead
Finally.
I know that Sparks exist
for me to recharge and rebuild.
They're green and they live in the sky
that we filled
they live in my art and the world's heart
so if safety existed: Sparks would not.
and the distance would look like time.
So tell me why I should be human
when I run so much better as a
shiny
porcelain
battery
backup
mind
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 1:50 AM UTC
Sparks, imperial journey to the great gold
it's day for shining
dark for crying
and pining
deciding
where to go? in this great blue world
I see lines
better to remove the dust and
grab whatever's floating
How would we stay alive for ourselves?
Tell me what a real person is.
Ask me what a real human is.
Green, I feel green
in the face and the toes
because green grows
what the heart knows
Safety is gone
but i feel alright. Just because it might go away doesn't mean I have to hold on harder, or bite down stronger.
Everything slips, because
everything slips.
Hang me on a string
and rid the town of my modern making
They wanted a puppet
but they gave me the wrong color
the mismatched wood
uneven cards and googly eyes
that see too much.
Maybe the sun could bleach me
back to a perfect dolly
on the windowpane
for your pleasure and my disdain
We could avoid the mess
of dancing under Vega
Aquarius is finally here
and it only talks this way
in the summertime
But I've learned to listen:
love sets in after time, and distance is quickest.
I sent a letter admitting that it's partially my fault
for losing myself in the hanging orb
but internally I knew that distance is quickest
I sense a change above our hearts
and it wants
an audience
Maybe the stars know what to do?
Down here it's not true
to say we have any clue
If there only was a way to learn that Sparks in the sky
are opportunities to try
and lie less
to be great and honest
Learn that distance is quickest
Green: the spaceship of our baby dreams
and quilt seams
begging us to replant
and re-pot and re-hash
for a brighter future
a lighter day
Wringing on my knees in the end
to believe that distance is quickest
and harmony's not already dead
Finally.
I know that Sparks exist
for me to recharge and rebuild.
They're green and they live in the sky
that we filled
they live in my art and the world's heart
so if safety existed: Sparks would not.
and the distance would look like time.
So tell me why I should be human
when I run so much better as a
shiny
porcelain
battery
backup
mind
green sparks and my dark marks
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