It was never that my old ways
Of spontaneous deception weren’t serving me
They could get me whatever I wanted
But sooner or later, the rip tide comes
Thrusts you onto the ground, face full of sand
The sobs seemed unending
The force of it all nearly killed me
These poor souls, and who was I to parade
Around, stepping on hearts, carelessly?
I started to want different things
Things I was so unfamiliar with
I almost gave up, gave in to the madness
Almost handed my soul to the devil
Because I thought he deserved it
And I deserved him
But then, I stood up
Sometimes with such vague conviction
That this time, from here on out
I would never let another difficulty
I would help
Those who need me
Most magnificent about black is it’s fade to grey. If it takes you to pray, for you to stop thinking in terms of prey, then by all means, stay still, take it slow, no delay.
Cause it seems I was sent here for you. There’s no making sense of my adoration, absolute infatuation. But I stay strong, weary of adulation, I’ve learned that lesson. In addition, I’ve been made aware of my past stone stare, therefore it’s been a mission of mine to grasp tight to life, almost went off the edge, it seems like last night. New Years, when the stars aligned in the milky sky, something was in the air, permeating, clinging to my exterior. So I grasped back, and layer after layer, I come back to life.
Most brilliant about grey is it’s fade to a spectrum of bright, vivid colors. Want to
be complimentary to your radiance . The anticipation is killing me, each moment a luminescent recovery. Animation Vivacious, a show to be seen.
Who am I to sit here wondering,
pondering the somber side of things?
When life has just begun, the spring’s here wandering, my time has come.
I’ll sing the song you left unsung.
Boundaries coming undone. They really weighed a ton.
My heart’s still in it for the fun.