faster faster
With the world spinning so fast, I can scare recognize it sometimes. How paths and things change so fast. And if you aren't in the know, you don't know. If you are, you only kind of know.
And then, opportunity knocks ever so softly and you can scarce hear it because you are all the way over there and not here where it comes and softly knocks. You dream far off wild things. But you aren't here to hear the knock. And so then, I find myself in this conundrum. I'm just waiting for something. Great bolts of lightening, the touch from Zeus, or an eagle swooping down to eat a standing serpent on my walking path.
Just to know...it's here. This is here. I am here and not there I can hear the soft knocks. I can hear you coming. But, I dare ask myself...what AM i waiting for? There wasn't anything to stop me.
I didn't Try hard enough
I didn't dream long enough
I didn't prepare well enough
Did that matter?
I didn't feel well enough
I didn't ask mannerdly enough
I didn't prostitute myself floridly enough
Does that still matter?
I'm there....not hear. Come Opportunity. Knock at my door LOUDly. maybe I can hear better. As long as I am there, I forfeit here. I am my own demise.
I just need a net. To blind side me. Pull me over and let Here butt-fuck me. As long as the eagle does land and does consume the snake...and I am not Here to see it...What good is it? What good is it to be There dreaming of the eagle and the snake?
I am my own demise.
And then, opportunity knocks ever so softly and you can scarce hear it because you are all the way over there and not here where it comes and softly knocks. You dream far off wild things. But you aren't here to hear the knock. And so then, I find myself in this conundrum. I'm just waiting for something. Great bolts of lightening, the touch from Zeus, or an eagle swooping down to eat a standing serpent on my walking path.
Just to know...it's here. This is here. I am here and not there I can hear the soft knocks. I can hear you coming. But, I dare ask myself...what AM i waiting for? There wasn't anything to stop me.
I didn't Try hard enough
I didn't dream long enough
I didn't prepare well enough
Did that matter?
I didn't feel well enough
I didn't ask mannerdly enough
I didn't prostitute myself floridly enough
Does that still matter?
I'm there....not hear. Come Opportunity. Knock at my door LOUDly. maybe I can hear better. As long as I am there, I forfeit here. I am my own demise.
I just need a net. To blind side me. Pull me over and let Here butt-fuck me. As long as the eagle does land and does consume the snake...and I am not Here to see it...What good is it? What good is it to be There dreaming of the eagle and the snake?
I am my own demise.