Mellow tidings, I hide in an attic where no light enters
my time surrendered, to nonsense in the air, I remember...
case closed, time flies on the web but do I cry? never!
I was climbing, now Im riding & feasting, each tie severs
enjoy my dinner while I think of my strings, my weather
my creation, my etc., all that I crush under my pressure
its been my pleasure as I wander on within my sector.
where some want to be men but are only mice measured
envision what life could be, imagine what you might censor.
our vision aligned never, no foresight, no foresight.
one must admit that no interaction is a boring life
blinded by aspirations, overexposure to more light
collapsing under the pressure, leading to a sore side,
our vision aligned never, no foresight, no foresight.
what a tangled web we weave, I lie under the Sports side
haunted by your laughter with your feet high on the porch like...
damn spiders
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.....laugh....and the world laughs with you
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