On the tides I ride
Black water splashing on my mind
This ocean I surf is endless
Pain and joy are separated with seconds
Earth was meant to be all water
I surf with a camera
Its black and white filter will portray the truth
I surf with a pen and a brush
The black canvas of my brain is a portrait of truth
Earth was meant to be all water
And sometimes I wish I could let myself drown
Instead of convincing myself to be a sophist with sophistry
I have not a death wish
But how easy it is to be sleeping forever under the sheets
Earth was a flaming ball before it became all water
Will I live to see the same salvation for my flaming soul?
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 9:41 PM UTC
On the tides I ride
Black water splashing on my mind
This ocean I surf is endless
Pain and joy are separated with seconds
Earth was meant to be all water
I surf with a camera
Its black and white filter will portray the truth
I surf with a pen and a brush
The black canvas of my brain is a portrait of truth
Earth was meant to be all water
And sometimes I wish I could let myself drown
Instead of convincing myself to be a sophist with sophistry
I have not a death wish
But how easy it is to be sleeping forever under the sheets
Earth was a flaming ball before it became all water
Will I live to see the same salvation for my flaming soul?
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