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im restless.
sleep is irrelevant.
dreams are still just dreams.
work will always be the death of the artist.
dont see to many familiar faces,
just new ones becoming old ones,
like a handful of sand in an open palm.
love is for dreamers that are still sleeping,
still dreaming.
im tired of being tired of.
whats my excuse for my excuses?
the positivity in negativity?
"buy the ticket, take the ride,"
is not always the easiest approach to life.
although bold and upfront,
its completely irrelevant,
like youthful rebelliousness,
but at other times calming and necessary
like smoking after a good fuck or a nice meal.
learn from what you thrive off.
take home with you only that which you wish to conquer.
inspiration is the mother of all conceptions.
roll with the pace and coast with the tides,
remember there are reduced speed zones along even the most scenic of highways.
4am, you always were my favorite lover.
5am, what a good friend you've always been to me.
the artist awakens as its time for sleep.
sleep is irrelevant.
dreams are still just dreams.
work will always be the death of the artist.
dont see to many familiar faces,
just new ones becoming old ones,
like a handful of sand in an open palm.
love is for dreamers that are still sleeping,
still dreaming.
im tired of being tired of.
whats my excuse for my excuses?
the positivity in negativity?
"buy the ticket, take the ride,"
is not always the easiest approach to life.
although bold and upfront,
its completely irrelevant,
like youthful rebelliousness,
but at other times calming and necessary
like smoking after a good fuck or a nice meal.
learn from what you thrive off.
take home with you only that which you wish to conquer.
inspiration is the mother of all conceptions.
roll with the pace and coast with the tides,
remember there are reduced speed zones along even the most scenic of highways.
4am, you always were my favorite lover.
5am, what a good friend you've always been to me.
the artist awakens as its time for sleep.