Why do you write?
Who makes the rules?
Epileptic spoon bite
Hand fed by fools
What is the Meaning?
Looking forward to more?
Another movie screening
Brief Escape from the war
The straits are quite dire
combatted with a laugh
Pearly Gates we aspire
Who's running the staff
Inevitable tears shall escape your orbitals with either joy or sadness
Look out your soul windows and decide amidst the stormy madness
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 5:58 AM UTC
Why do you write?
Who makes the rules?
Epileptic spoon bite
Hand fed by fools
What is the Meaning?
Looking forward to more?
Another movie screening
Brief Escape from the war
The straits are quite dire
combatted with a laugh
Pearly Gates we aspire
Who's running the staff
Inevitable tears shall escape your orbitals with either joy or sadness
Look out your soul windows and decide amidst the stormy madness
purpose is like... everything, or ..wait, is it nothing?
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