Funny how far
The bx 5 bus can take you
Reminiscing old flavors
To savor fresh taste of death
To former versions that never got
Edited credited to never pick up
Lift up the healing that can be
Found in quiet moments when
Volume turned down
Focus on the picture getting fuzzy
Would you love me
If you knew everything
Want to keep the pain for myself
Not pass on this spoiled milk
Far away from fly on wall
Holding up the ceiling
To catch feelings on the low
Not to annoy neighbors
Let this monotony end
With our dusty generation
Centuries unseen we making
Sunset seem sinister
Once was sweet before
Stopping for motivation
Catch the headline without
Seeing the circulation
Let the ink flow freely
Without being trapped
React to weight heavy
On shoulders as we getting older
Should be some elevation
Plateaud on platform
Searching for next level
Several to couple back to few
Let you see only you in the mirror
With set of droopy eyes
Skies been calling you
Message wasn’t sufficient to reply
For some reason
The surface wouldn’t crack
Lack of substance abuse algorithm
Apologies probably
For polygamous prophets
Kick knowledge not profit
Soul continued to lose
Regained the physical
Temple in tune with spiritual
Breeze slapping chest
Begging new epiphany
Typically tainted with ancient
Options to open actualizing
Hearing angels over demons chorus
To calculate the chaos
With leftovers to heat up
So many voices
Couldn’t hear yourself think
Paying attention
Left a down payment on deficit
Waves crash smoothly
Against all thickness
Struggle will bubble
But when will
You turn down the flame
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