A beauty that causes awe, that's your aim,
And a defence, this strategy called "it's all the same";
But there are cells for the marrow and cells for the brain,
And to call them similar seems rather quite insane.

Cause it takes mind to understand patience,
It takes defeat to finally accept the loss;
For only when all is lost, all can be regained;
That's the price to pay to understand the cost.

　　And if I didn't have that pill to swallow,
　　I'd call it bang for the money first thing tomorrow.

Around they gravitate like you're a shining star,
To take part and implode and beg a mighty roar;
It's a science for the desperate — no it ain't no art;
A beauty for the primates more than a beauty of the heart.

They slide down the usual paths of expansion
While we swim against pale currents of fog;
With my renounce I won't pay this ecstasy a call,
I won't beg a mighty roar, no I won't beg no more.

　　But if I didn't have that pill to swallow,
　　I'd call it bang for the money first thing tomorrow.

Now twice-spoken idioms might ring a bell or two
Like missed phone calls in the middle of the afternoon
I've gone out of my way to move out of the road
But I know that your fake beauty's just waiting to unfold

It's too easy to cast the blame, too easy to throw a bone
I've seen lightning bolts fall, I know who's on the phone
The dogs always bark along when they hear the thunders roar
It shouts across a sea of life, it's calling from afar.

　　And if I didn't have that pill to swallow,
　　I'd call it bang for the money first thing tomorrow.

we are all open books written in an old language
waiting for someone to come and translate
our story
our words.
be patient
the translator is coming.

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i was always an open book
just written in a dead language.
all the translators were wrong,
time and time again
until you came along.

Again the night, again the morning
of a new day for dancers
and the other people
      
crawling out
of the seemingly identical
surprise egg, time is water
      
in a river that drowns itself
in the world ocean and I flow
with it, I can let myself float
      
I don't have to be busy
because that wouldn't make sense
but instead of lazing around
      
I train myself
to watch the sun
the smells in the wind
      
and the driftwood
next to me and among it
the right moment
      
to redirect me a bit
to who I want
to be

Sometimes,
Love is like diving into the raging river,
It keeps throwing you
into the cold and turbulent current
and you find yourself
being ****** into a whirlpool,
swirling down to the river bed

It scours out
the traits and traces of you
It tests your grit
everyday
and Everyday you find the courage
to dive again,
tread the waters
and just keep learning
to stay afloat...