Back to the base, where I'm usually viewed as a strange dipshit
The place I used to wear my wolf suit and make mischief
'Which cliff to hang from' decisions were driven by bulletproof-debated interests related to youthful instincts
A smack to the face and a pin prick
Reminders of a hazardous past
After the fact, I relate it to growth spurts that hold worth as I'm molding these basic bridges
Revisiting old relationships
Facing a former sickness
(Milky)
- Touched by a sense of fate but faith wouldn't wait for me because I chose to escape the doubt and all the make believe
Separating interests to make sense of the missions assigned along the timeline that acted as a way to pull me through each and every possible place to let the length of a wave stretch bright to the brain in some sort of palpation -
And don't forget porcelain breaks quick
Distorted durations of disordered arrangements of portable vagrants supported by contorted behaviors
Forming a basis of normal, deranged, informal exchanges that remain engrained in the corner of my mortal container
(Milky)
- Spent too many of the minutes being bored with the brainwork
A time when it was thought that a spark couldn't make flame bursts
Accustomed to the temperatures sheltered at the freezing point
An ice block as a ceiling cap
Trapped until I saw the choice -
And so I tossed a couple coins
Voiced a couple wishes regarding losses and voids
Joy is a tough thing to find with closed hearts
Rejoin and pluck the strings to revive an old spark
Time's a flowchart designed to slow arc
Narratively inherent in the eyes of a lone shark
Gliding for home
Still declining to throw darts
Hiding inside a cold, dark, private, enclosed part of an Earth bend
Trying to decide if flight is a broke art
And where the dirt ends and the side of the road starts
Piles of cold hard facts and boneyards to show our devotion to the past we go far from but live through
Numb the issue of postcard-ripped fingertips, split to scarred tissue
Discard the misused parts within you that intrude on growth and focus in regards to given proof
The art of living true is often neglected
Get caught in false procession followed up with awkward confessions
But as long as you're able to keep a solid, honest connection to what surrounds, you can harvest some of that offered perspective
(Milky)
- Never measured the only pull until pushed to a present state in which a statement gets the cold shoulder
When the warmth will not be built without sticks
To stand still
Move sand
Construct a castle with the water that's not there
Life disappears far from behind horizons of dotted lines that are cut to connect what doesn't fit
So it gets fabricated like lessons with no guilt
Feet on the Earth
Ego upon stilts -
I used to spit with my tongue to the wind, singing let the wild rumpus begin
Participating for the love of the sin, screaming let the vile rumpus begin
There's no use trying to tell it to a young, dumb kid who wants to keep the wild rumpus jumping
I wanted to cover up the trouble within, so I kept the vile rumpus thumping
Got stuck feeling sunk in the binge until I brought the wild rumpus to an end
Take it on the chin, expand the humble under my skin while I build up something to defend
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