I heard a tale once
Of vapid medium matrix
And taut smiley convolutes
A tale which embarked me
At that time
Yet gave me no notion of its truer
Nature
You see
The ocean has no currents when you’re under
You see
You don’t see into your own eyes very often
You see
But the many yous that make a lifespan up
Can see you and make you see through
There is a tremblesome youngster in all of us
The one which makes crusaderies bearable
And laughter cramps quotidian gamblers
The breathtaken gasping-at-everything
Taken aback little idiot with the
Thunder in his belly
And the crawls below her skin
And the overhead waves
Evermore crashed within
Yes my meek teen rally
Once a half-contrived sin
Once my part bright moon
Of a solitary kin
Comes in all of us it seems
And we make up threads of social
For the fabric of our culture
That we start to weave adawn
Yet at dawn we are not there
With a full grown self aware
And at the solar peak of glare
We are still too young to care
Then at scarlet tap of dusk
Still a bit too tough to bare
Last at midnight we are gripped
With the fullest conscient gaze
So we can all marvel upon
How much oxygen we waste
In this marvellous endeavour
I think though it’s for the better
And I’ve slowly learned to praise
All the veiling in this system
Of Born
Dead
Then Raised
Then Very Dead
What I mean is there’s some Wise
In the grinds of our Ways
How Ethereum with potential
Gets palpable and cased
Because then we can all be
With the hardship of adult
And the vestige of a kid
And then we get to die
To get it over with…
But wait I still have something
A little more positive to say
Like the first person on Mars
Is likely still a kid
So when we get to Mars
We’ll still float in that kid
If you feel trapped in the smiley
And depressed and yesterdated
Version of yourself
It means you still have all
The other phases ahead
Yet it might not still be quite
As freely as you’re expecting
That your form will excavate
Through life’s cruel winding
Not all of us will get
To float our kid to Mars
Yes, you’ll get it All
Oh yes, you’ll get to try
But in the end, my friend
You’ll be glad you get to die.
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 10:47 PM UTC
I heard a tale once
Of vapid medium matrix
And taut smiley convolutes
A tale which embarked me
At that time
Yet gave me no notion of its truer
Nature
You see
The ocean has no currents when you’re under
You see
You don’t see into your own eyes very often
You see
But the many yous that make a lifespan up
Can see you and make you see through
There is a tremblesome youngster in all of us
The one which makes crusaderies bearable
And laughter cramps quotidian gamblers
The breathtaken gasping-at-everything
Taken aback little idiot with the
Thunder in his belly
And the crawls below her skin
And the overhead waves
Evermore crashed within
Yes my meek teen rally
Once a half-contrived sin
Once my part bright moon
Of a solitary kin
Comes in all of us it seems
And we make up threads of social
For the fabric of our culture
That we start to weave adawn
Yet at dawn we are not there
With a full grown self aware
And at the solar peak of glare
We are still too young to care
Then at scarlet tap of dusk
Still a bit too tough to bare
Last at midnight we are gripped
With the fullest conscient gaze
So we can all marvel upon
How much oxygen we waste
In this marvellous endeavour
I think though it’s for the better
And I’ve slowly learned to praise
All the veiling in this system
Of Born
Dead
Then Raised
Then Very Dead
What I mean is there’s some Wise
In the grinds of our Ways
How Ethereum with potential
Gets palpable and cased
Because then we can all be
With the hardship of adult
And the vestige of a kid
And then we get to die
To get it over with…
But wait I still have something
A little more positive to say
Like the first person on Mars
Is likely still a kid
So when we get to Mars
We’ll still float in that kid
If you feel trapped in the smiley
And depressed and yesterdated
Version of yourself
It means you still have all
The other phases ahead
Yet it might not still be quite
As freely as you’re expecting
That your form will excavate
Through life’s cruel winding
Not all of us will get
To float our kid to Mars
Yes, you’ll get it All
Oh yes, you’ll get to try
But in the end, my friend
You’ll be glad you get to die.