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Finality It’s commonplace way down here We learn from the moment We’re capable to comprehend That not all is perennial All has an inception and an end The way a day shifts From light to dark The demise of an artist And the last beat of a beating heart A beautiful night that You don’t want to forget That moment you lose all ties With a friend The breath you breathe Of the last of summer air And the patterns of lace Draped across a bride’s hair We’re human so we’re afraid Of something we don’t know So we reach to an unnecessarily Dark place just to find an answer To what we’re looking for Whatever’s beyond Is beyond our capacity So we must not search For an answer And that’s beauty enough Isn’t it? Stretch it out, stretch it wide And slave away just to Desperately find a miracle To stay alive forever But to live till two-hundred-and two Is to suffer through something unnatural to you There’s a reason this life Has an expiration date We mustn’t question Because we’d waste away A clock That never ceases to tick We have to take time to seize it To clench that clock close to our hearts And transform each and every experience Into art Once the paint on the canvas Has all but dried You, the painter will take a step back To find Astonishing beauty at the mere sight And when you reach it You’ll accept the fall of night Pull out a book and read all night And see how it changes you Drive down a road that you’ve never been And see where it leads you Tell a story and change someone else Give away the love you yearn for And it’ll find its way back to you Run across an open field With no shoes and forget, Just get caught up in the wind Laugh until you find yourself Curled up on the floor Forget it all with the people Who know you best, Who pull you up Everything will just finally make sense It’s in the moments that are impossible For one to repeat That make the all of everything So bittersweet Don’t milk a miserable life Just to say you’ve made it through What’s it matter if they care? You have to love and lose yourself in you And hold the love you receive Dear to everything you are Authentic and inventive Innovative is your art One day everything that breathes now Will cease to breathe again So what can you do to change The world to be remembered in the end?
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Sep 4, 2011
Sep 4, 2011 at 1:47 AM UTC
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Finality It’s commonplace way down here We learn from the moment We’re capable to comprehend That not all is perennial All has an inception and an end The way a day shifts From light to dark The demise of an artist And the last beat of a beating heart A beautiful night that You don’t want to forget That moment you lose all ties With a friend The breath you breathe Of the last of summer air And the patterns of lace Draped across a bride’s hair We’re human so we’re afraid Of something we don’t know So we reach to an unnecessarily Dark place just to find an answer To what we’re looking for Whatever’s beyond Is beyond our capacity So we must not search For an answer And that’s beauty enough Isn’t it? Stretch it out, stretch it wide And slave away just to Desperately find a miracle To stay alive forever But to live till two-hundred-and two Is to suffer through something unnatural to you There’s a reason this life Has an expiration date We mustn’t question Because we’d waste away A clock That never ceases to tick We have to take time to seize it To clench that clock close to our hearts And transform each and every experience Into art Once the paint on the canvas Has all but dried You, the painter will take a step back To find Astonishing beauty at the mere sight And when you reach it You’ll accept the fall of night Pull out a book and read all night And see how it changes you Drive down a road that you’ve never been And see where it leads you Tell a story and change someone else Give away the love you yearn for And it’ll find its way back to you Run across an open field With no shoes and forget, Just get caught up in the wind Laugh until you find yourself Curled up on the floor Forget it all with the people Who know you best, Who pull you up Everything will just finally make sense It’s in the moments that are impossible For one to repeat That make the all of everything So bittersweet Don’t milk a miserable life Just to say you’ve made it through What’s it matter if they care? You have to love and lose yourself in you And hold the love you receive Dear to everything you are Authentic and inventive Innovative is your art One day everything that breathes now Will cease to breathe again So what can you do to change The world to be remembered in the end?
mackenzie-johnson
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Sep 4, 2011
Sep 4, 2011 at 1:47 AM UTC
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