i was only going to grab a piece
and you, you were waiting for the fires to cease
and now, now is finally here
but its yesterday
no, no, i cant, i cant
yes i can, i can
be
all is a perception
no cure and no direction
misinterpreted suggestions
fear is fates progression
so we grow cold as we grow old
paint on our face, scars on our souls
suffering smiles perceived as bold
diving in to stay afloat
dynamic / tragic, stop then go
bounce around to feed your ego
but you cant float on shallow people
water
fruit
music
inspiration
photographs
projects
music
read
write
create
share
react
respond
showers
goals
tea
focus
run
bike
compose
produce
record
nature
music
animals
sit
wait
move
understand
forgive
love
stability is demobilizing
