I sought to find
The root of all these impairments
Causing the misfiring of our souls
Not a single time or faze "but"
A place where nobody knows
And there hidden beneath the nothing
I could only take a guess
Perhaps we're simply spores
On a piece of moldy bread...
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 6:29 AM UTC
I sought to find
The root of all these impairments
Causing the misfiring of our souls
Not a single time or faze "but"
A place where nobody knows
And there hidden beneath the nothing
I could only take a guess
Perhaps we're simply spores
On a piece of moldy bread...
Traveler Tim
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