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the volume of text was overwhelming
the primitive printing press withered
intimidated by the task at hand
transfer of handwritten to printed text
for it couldn't easily achieve the duty
each letter had to be set into place
hours for one page of words
was it worth all the work?
what foolishness.
why question the value
why ponder the purpose
for which your existence was made
of course it is worth it
of course it isn't easy
the printing press dreamed
of later days and easier ways
when mass production would succeed
all the reason for this little printer's sweat
all the reason to press on.
i will do the task, he boldly proclaimed
the task for which i have been made.
close your eyes,
imagine...
a n y t h i n g .
you tell me how you hate this place
the solidity of earthly soil
the inescapable reality.
unwanted responsibillity.
[ don't worry, i hate it too ]
but we could slip away...
close your eyes,
whipser...
a n y t h i n g.
you tell me you hate what people hear
the twisted words
the tone of the ill-tempered
so whisper to me.
[ only i will hear ]
and we can slip away...
and if you close your eyes,
listen...
to e v e r y t h i n g.
you tell me you want to know
so i'll speak to you
and tell you all i can
every bit of knowledge
i've somehow retained
[ and when i run out of things to say ]
it is then that we will slip away.
tip me over and pour me out, this is the result. odd as it may sound, i can actually understand myself more after i reread something i've written. especially when i can find a hidden meaning i wasn't aware i was even alluding to. that's the best.
HAPPYSPRING.
the primitive printing press withered
intimidated by the task at hand
transfer of handwritten to printed text
for it couldn't easily achieve the duty
each letter had to be set into place
hours for one page of words
was it worth all the work?
what foolishness.
why question the value
why ponder the purpose
for which your existence was made
of course it is worth it
of course it isn't easy
the printing press dreamed
of later days and easier ways
when mass production would succeed
all the reason for this little printer's sweat
all the reason to press on.
i will do the task, he boldly proclaimed
the task for which i have been made.
close your eyes,
imagine...
a n y t h i n g .
you tell me how you hate this place
the solidity of earthly soil
the inescapable reality.
unwanted responsibillity.
[ don't worry, i hate it too ]
but we could slip away...
close your eyes,
whipser...
a n y t h i n g.
you tell me you hate what people hear
the twisted words
the tone of the ill-tempered
so whisper to me.
[ only i will hear ]
and we can slip away...
and if you close your eyes,
listen...
to e v e r y t h i n g.
you tell me you want to know
so i'll speak to you
and tell you all i can
every bit of knowledge
i've somehow retained
[ and when i run out of things to say ]
it is then that we will slip away.
tip me over and pour me out, this is the result. odd as it may sound, i can actually understand myself more after i reread something i've written. especially when i can find a hidden meaning i wasn't aware i was even alluding to. that's the best.
HAPPYSPRING.