Rabble mindlessly till someone understands
It's when you've left everything you have in one place. An experience gone, a day gone, some people gone.
You've all had wonderful conversations. it's just like you don't want to be one thing but you really are.
You are just as beautiful as you think you can be.
You are the greatest person alive and you have but to believe. It's not all bullshit, it's a state of mind. It's a true shame hat it took me 17 years to truly realize that I control the better part of my daily life.
I would ask, is it luck? Do I run across just who I need to meet every day for a real reason? it's because I must to live. At any one point of time, that blade of grass could be cut, could be in a different place.
COULD THINGS EVER REALLY TASTE AS PURPLE AS THEY ALL SEEM? perhaps.
It's all a matter of the mind, or is it what's the matter with the mind. Mindlessly mingling with the subtle inconsistencies of what we see. Is it what we've heard? Do we ever really make all of the noise we need to, or are we all just too quiet for our own good?
Let's all land on stable ground.
A-G, all the letters of the alphabet, it's all the same, just different vibrations. All good in their own way.
We all open up our cans and drink to what we've got in life. nobody is different and everyone's not the same
Go to sleep my children. Let the hells we've all created take hold so that we can forget the heaven we once dreamed of. That hell you've created is perfection, it's all just what it is. hell is but a word and our minds are but tools manipulated too easily by petty emotions and unfortunatley too rarely rely on instinct.
What am I to say
when life is so soon to fade away
you learn you live you enter the fray
it's when the colors suddenly all turn gray
you realize that life is all just a ray
You've all had wonderful conversations. it's just like you don't want to be one thing but you really are.
You are just as beautiful as you think you can be.
You are the greatest person alive and you have but to believe. It's not all bullshit, it's a state of mind. It's a true shame hat it took me 17 years to truly realize that I control the better part of my daily life.
I would ask, is it luck? Do I run across just who I need to meet every day for a real reason? it's because I must to live. At any one point of time, that blade of grass could be cut, could be in a different place.
COULD THINGS EVER REALLY TASTE AS PURPLE AS THEY ALL SEEM? perhaps.
It's all a matter of the mind, or is it what's the matter with the mind. Mindlessly mingling with the subtle inconsistencies of what we see. Is it what we've heard? Do we ever really make all of the noise we need to, or are we all just too quiet for our own good?
Let's all land on stable ground.
A-G, all the letters of the alphabet, it's all the same, just different vibrations. All good in their own way.
We all open up our cans and drink to what we've got in life. nobody is different and everyone's not the same
Go to sleep my children. Let the hells we've all created take hold so that we can forget the heaven we once dreamed of. That hell you've created is perfection, it's all just what it is. hell is but a word and our minds are but tools manipulated too easily by petty emotions and unfortunatley too rarely rely on instinct.
What am I to say
when life is so soon to fade away
you learn you live you enter the fray
it's when the colors suddenly all turn gray
you realize that life is all just a ray