When was it that I fell asleep?
When did the river become the sea?
These words in my mouth didn't come from me.
Adrift, my little islands...
sail ye, toward nations
I will devastate
with no reason
to ideate.
I make best of what I got.
My right is most certain.
No more lessons to learn.
No more doubts to burn.
This soul is tidy.
But what's there is this jealousy,
y'see...
That joy. That sparkle
That dash of panachery.
What's theirs is they took from me.
When.
When I was happy.
Today, I make the world.
Its image handed down
from fantasy
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 9:28 PM UTC
When was it that I fell asleep?
When did the river become the sea?
These words in my mouth didn't come from me.
Adrift, my little islands...
sail ye, toward nations
I will devastate
with no reason
to ideate.
I make best of what I got.
My right is most certain.
No more lessons to learn.
No more doubts to burn.
This soul is tidy.
But what's there is this jealousy,
y'see...
That joy. That sparkle
That dash of panachery.
What's theirs is they took from me.
When.
When I was happy.
Today, I make the world.
Its image handed down
from fantasy
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