A simple ray of sunlight spread by time
Dodging through the white clouds;
The simple crusade that a breeze
Causes on the white clouds
Make me smile.
For a while I was hostile
But the artless white clouds,
As white as white can be,
Make me smile.
Drinking sensations and drawing vibrations,
Swallowing them as a death star
To the point it befits bizarre
To the point it suits dark
To live is to suffer
To get rougher and tougher
To live is to sin
To discern I’ve been
Witnessing for an exemption of redemption
In this nontoxic home
I can breathe for a while,
I let sensations and vibrations roam,
I write. I smile.
In this nontoxic home
I can see the artless white clouds,
As white as white can be,
I dream. I smile.
Oh, this nontoxic home
Make me smile,
Make me live.
While I write the dark folds
And the smile unfolds
Existence is not a decoy
To live is moreover to enjoy
May 3, 2012
May 3, 2012 at 6:20 PM UTC
A simple ray of sunlight spread by time
Dodging through the white clouds;
The simple crusade that a breeze
Causes on the white clouds
Make me smile.
For a while I was hostile
But the artless white clouds,
As white as white can be,
Make me smile.
Drinking sensations and drawing vibrations,
Swallowing them as a death star
To the point it befits bizarre
To the point it suits dark
To live is to suffer
To get rougher and tougher
To live is to sin
To discern I’ve been
Witnessing for an exemption of redemption
In this nontoxic home
I can breathe for a while,
I let sensations and vibrations roam,
I write. I smile.
In this nontoxic home
I can see the artless white clouds,
As white as white can be,
I dream. I smile.
Oh, this nontoxic home
Make me smile,
Make me live.
While I write the dark folds
And the smile unfolds
Existence is not a decoy
To live is moreover to enjoy
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