I cannot remember what I learned from before
Everything is music that sings to my ears
Everything bestows me from this way to the war
I cannot be apology, I have technology
I’ll swing at your funeral, a journey to God
And then I’ll pray a savior to all
A mythical remembrance of thyself
A changing light receiving unto all
Handing over pockets of the muscular type
Settling for a dollar until I survive
Recalling all the messages beside my windows
The sores along the branches that spread from the heart
A swinging vibe, a locking chime
A question mark that shoots from the stars
A robin king who sits undaringly
My gainless thoughts are power to them all
Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 7:46 PM UTC
I cannot remember what I learned from before
Everything is music that sings to my ears
Everything bestows me from this way to the war
I cannot be apology, I have technology
I’ll swing at your funeral, a journey to God
And then I’ll pray a savior to all
A mythical remembrance of thyself
A changing light receiving unto all
Handing over pockets of the muscular type
Settling for a dollar until I survive
Recalling all the messages beside my windows
The sores along the branches that spread from the heart
A swinging vibe, a locking chime
A question mark that shoots from the stars
A robin king who sits undaringly
My gainless thoughts are power to them all