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Whats up? Life, and all that comes with it Whats up is a pain that brings me down Whats up is the opposite of me this time Its where I ought to be, but down is the where that im now more around Whats up is whats high, a mile high, but thats not where I am A transition from up to down but still on the highest point I stand Standing but changing position always and not knowing how But the how isnt the why and why is something I know from head to toe Which is why my head hangs so low in the sight of a new place to go But a new journey brings me high for a reacquaintance with the sky That I had been too low to see from my subsurface window For a time too long for just me to know A time thats a distance from the last places called home and The homes that the loves of my soul call their own So leaving the distance behind sends whats down to whats up Its that charming moment where a realization wakes up And through eyes not my own I see but dont see The once original past that made whats up whats me
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Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 9:50 PM UTC
Whats up
Whats up? Life, and all that comes with it Whats up is a pain that brings me down Whats up is the opposite of me this time Its where I ought to be, but down is the where that im now more around Whats up is whats high, a mile high, but thats not where I am A transition from up to down but still on the highest point I stand Standing but changing position always and not knowing how But the how isnt the why and why is something I know from head to toe Which is why my head hangs so low in the sight of a new place to go But a new journey brings me high for a reacquaintance with the sky That I had been too low to see from my subsurface window For a time too long for just me to know A time thats a distance from the last places called home and The homes that the loves of my soul call their own So leaving the distance behind sends whats down to whats up Its that charming moment where a realization wakes up And through eyes not my own I see but dont see The once original past that made whats up whats me
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logan-goethe
American
Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 9:50 PM UTC
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