time ticking by...
hollow glow of emptiness passes before eyes...
give me chance meetings
give me that feeling in unlikely surroundings
make me know my life is from the inside
tell me what surrounds us isn’t our only chance
give me a glance as a hope of another circumstance
bring the chaos of the world to my feet
leave me silently stunned and paralyzed
leave me gasping to find though this path was unplanned and supernatural
it feels, all the same, quite natural
If a weakness was seen
was meant to be witnessed
observing responses
learning what’s beneath
vulnerability willingly divulged
to see who indulged
ever aware
my power I shall keep
and if I died and left tomorrow...
I hear whispers at the close of 2am of those things others did regret...
breathing shallow while pining again to have the limbs to ride their pony,
pining to have spent all that wealth instead of hoarding,
they wanted to live fast and free instead of boarding...
here they wait at the close of the great pitch of beyond...
but if I was leaving...
I’d never regret a thing...
we have met,
I have heard your song released through the beauty of your life,
my trinkets and accounts are now just a dot,
what matters is that our creativity is what we are,
the only thing that ever mattered was not what we have,
but
time ticking by...
hollow glow of emptiness passes before eyes...
give me chance meetings
give me that feeling in unlikely surroundings
make me know my life is from the inside
tell me what surrounds us isn’t our only chance
give me a glance as a hope of another circumstance
bring the chaos of the world to my feet
leave me silently stunned and paralyzed
leave me gasping to find though this path was unplanned and supernatural
it feels, all the same, quite natural
If a weakness was seen
was meant to be witnessed
observing responses
learning what’s beneath
vulnerability willingly divulged
to see who indulged
ever aware
my power I shall keep
and if I died and left tomorrow...
I hear whispers at the close of 2am of those things others did regret...
breathing shallow while pining again to have the limbs to ride their pony,
pining to have spent all that wealth instead of hoarding,
they wanted to live fast and free instead of boarding...
here they wait at the close of the great pitch of beyond...
but if I was leaving...
I’d never regret a thing...
we have met,
I have heard your song released through the beauty of your life,
my trinkets and accounts are now just a dot,
what matters is that our creativity is what we are,
the only thing that ever mattered was not what we have,
but
The Book of Past is coming to audiobook. Here’s a sample with some music added by Humanoid 13 🤘🏻
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