apple, beets, peach
the basket of fruit
filled with its tasty loot
had been held too high
scraping at the sky
the ladder was rickety
my desire to climb finicky
i sat, pretending to cry
how can i look straight into my eyes and lie?
frustration, it overwhelms
fuck it, give me the helm
im building a damn air balloon
and im doing it soon
mission complete
im in for the feat
what's the worst that could happen?
oh yea... death could happen
but my mind has decided
rationality, i must fight it
i wonder my future
and hope it doesnt involve a suture
the winds werent strong
they were all wrong
an easy ride
even without a guide
now in front
without even a hunt
food for the hunger
that was always a blunder
i look over the options with care
even though all i see are fair
but of course in the distance i see it
in all of its glory
its beautiful glory
in the basket it does not rest
i assume thats because its the best
i know with reality i must grapple
i must stay away from this apple
i ask around
receiving numerous frowns
they all have the same wish
to see that apple on their dish
my thoughts always go back
to the apple off the rack
why must i be able to spot
eden from atop
ugh, how this sucks
i go back to cursing my luck
i made the journey up
and still drink from the sad cup
frustration, it overwhelms
fuck it, give me the helm
im going for a ride
to heal the cut on my side
i check the contents again
nothing looks like it can mend
the pain in my side
faith, i cant abide
i make the decision
to start to envision
to revel in my imagination
its not real, but still elation
enough is enough
awake i must
but something wont let me
i cant figure out what it could be
thats when i realize
why i can not arise
this is because
awake i already was
the dream was this peach
that was completely out of reach
until it fell into my hands
nothing i could have planned
joy
im filled with joy
until im told
my peach has mold
i inspect my peach
expecting to find a breach
but nothing is found
now this confounds
frustration, it overwhelms
fuck it, give me the helm
i know this peach well
intoxicated by its smell
i was about to enjoy
the peach, not savoy
until something changed
oh, how something changed
frustration, it overwhelms
but you hold the helm
i'll gladly take control
if thats okay with you
filled with its tasty loot
had been held too high
scraping at the sky
the ladder was rickety
my desire to climb finicky
i sat, pretending to cry
how can i look straight into my eyes and lie?
frustration, it overwhelms
fuck it, give me the helm
im building a damn air balloon
and im doing it soon
mission complete
im in for the feat
what's the worst that could happen?
oh yea... death could happen
but my mind has decided
rationality, i must fight it
i wonder my future
and hope it doesnt involve a suture
the winds werent strong
they were all wrong
an easy ride
even without a guide
now in front
without even a hunt
food for the hunger
that was always a blunder
i look over the options with care
even though all i see are fair
but of course in the distance i see it
in all of its glory
its beautiful glory
in the basket it does not rest
i assume thats because its the best
i know with reality i must grapple
i must stay away from this apple
i ask around
receiving numerous frowns
they all have the same wish
to see that apple on their dish
my thoughts always go back
to the apple off the rack
why must i be able to spot
eden from atop
ugh, how this sucks
i go back to cursing my luck
i made the journey up
and still drink from the sad cup
frustration, it overwhelms
fuck it, give me the helm
im going for a ride
to heal the cut on my side
i check the contents again
nothing looks like it can mend
the pain in my side
faith, i cant abide
i make the decision
to start to envision
to revel in my imagination
its not real, but still elation
enough is enough
awake i must
but something wont let me
i cant figure out what it could be
thats when i realize
why i can not arise
this is because
awake i already was
the dream was this peach
that was completely out of reach
until it fell into my hands
nothing i could have planned
joy
im filled with joy
until im told
my peach has mold
i inspect my peach
expecting to find a breach
but nothing is found
now this confounds
frustration, it overwhelms
fuck it, give me the helm
i know this peach well
intoxicated by its smell
i was about to enjoy
the peach, not savoy
until something changed
oh, how something changed
frustration, it overwhelms
but you hold the helm
i'll gladly take control
if thats okay with you