pour me into a glass; tall, still, and skinny; i'll hold my breath to stay narrow; and i'll keep quiet; no rippling of the tide; no flow of the river inside of my chest; i serve as the perfect mirror; put me in front of whoever you want me to be
i take shape of any container you put me in, baby; pour me from one bowl to another; ladle me into the grave you dug for me; bottle me up and keep me in the cellar; anything you want, i am glad to be; i'll distort myself to be what you need
first of all I would like to apologize for my loving demands of utter complicated simplicity the extent of my complacent attitude can only last a few minutes before it is over and there are veins in my brain coursing with salt water
apathetic towards nothing
after the rain fell and all I could focus on were my legs intertwined with magic --funny isn't it, where you can find magic these days-- there were clouds behind my telltale eyes (not rain clouds but thunder) in the purest form
secrets enveloped in my throat bound to my fragile jugular but the tips of my fingers are tingling like I am standing on the wing of an airplane and heights don't scare me as much anymore
Even if I have to, I'll never give up, For years you keep me in this locked Box, the rusted key hole of "luck," Maybe I'll be rich one day, then I'll make My dream happen, or maybe I'll die before I can. Either way it just depends, Thanks, my complacent "friends!"
Dedicated to all of our "GREAT FRIENDS" in society...
Those that are complacently designed By the simpering vanities of a domesticated world rarely find the peace of mind of which we all strive because their materialistic beliefs constrain them in pools of normality Drowning them in the pressures of society and hanging them out to dry in downloaded photos that never fade our lives are all dictated by the subconscious influence of one another thus our souls are irrefutably intertwined locked together in endless struggle mind against mind.