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Adam Feb 2013
It’s just a common essence to
deliver such a presence, not
relying on the presents so that
we can learn some lessons. Drift
off, far from being found. Scaling
mountains in a single bound.
Reaching a commonality, between
our normativity believing in controllability.
We sit, we relax, we breathe. It’s all
okay, nothing but a real dream, dreaming
about reality. Drifting out to sea, seperating
everything between you and me.
We beg, we plead, we cry. Wanting
nothing, but for this dream to stay alive.
Without each other we feel lost, with
no place to hide. Pushed further away by an
increasing tide. Skies turn to black, before a
flash of light. Dream forgotten with the delivery
of sight. A flash of black and then light again,
the thought of such a dream, crossed the back
of my head. Dreams do come true, it just takes
time. I start my day, like any other,
drinking coffee and blowing a line.
Adam Mar 2014
It’s just a common essence to
deliver such a presence, not
relying on the presents so that
we can learn some lessons. Drift
off, far from being found. Scaling
mountains in a single bound.
Reaching a commonality, between
our normativity believing in controllability.

We sit, we relax, we breathe.

It’s all okay, nothing but a real dream, dreaming
about reality. Drifting out to sea, separating
everything between you and me.

We beg, we plead, we cry.

Wanting nothing, but for this dream to stay alive.
Without each other we feel lost, with
no place to hide. Pushed further away by an
increasing tide. Skies turn to black, before a
flash of light. Dream forgotten with the delivery
of sight. A flash of black and then light again,
the thought of such a dream, crossed the back
of my head. Dreams do come true, it just takes time.

I start my day, like any other.
Drinking coffee and blowing a line.
Think of mass production,
take away the first number you thought of
and you haven't even begun

we
are being strung along lines
to dry in the sun
having come from some chemical
an amalgam of something and gum.

and we'll all look the same
we'll all be called Clint or
Shirley
the only difference will be is
there'll be no difference to see.

sounds a bit dull to me,
if the
future's just full of people
and we have no say,

no ***
no play
nothing to lighten
the load of the day

controllability
will **** me
I might as well do it
myself
but in the future
that
will not be possible.

— The End —