Nearer to the edge
I see.
Crawling through
eternity.
Searching for the master key.
This is our reality.
Communication has de-
volved.
None of our real problems solved.
We have become uninvolved
while the whole world revolves.
Spinning further from cont
ro
l.
Turn 'round and view it as a whole.
Mother Nature's gifts we stole.
This is how our story goes.
Once black and white.
Once dark and light.
To complicate.
Bring on our fate.
Our halos tilt.
Intentions wilt.
Ambitions great.
Never too late.
Turn 'round to see the sum of things.
Counting on the dead tree's rings.
Refering to ourselves as kings.
Soaring on the deathbird's wing.
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 11:59 AM UTC
Nearer to the edge
I see.
Crawling through
eternity.
Searching for the master key.
This is our reality.
Communication has de-
volved.
None of our real problems solved.
We have become uninvolved
while the whole world revolves.
Spinning further from cont
ro
l.
Turn 'round and view it as a whole.
Mother Nature's gifts we stole.
This is how our story goes.
Once black and white.
Once dark and light.
To complicate.
Bring on our fate.
Our halos tilt.
Intentions wilt.
Ambitions great.
Never too late.
Turn 'round to see the sum of things.
Counting on the dead tree's rings.
Refering to ourselves as kings.
Soaring on the deathbird's wing.
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