I shoot my shot and I miss But I keep movin along Since that's all there is My normalcy transpires, Fallacies and fires Never thought to inquire Where, in the world, my soul is. Its about time I reconcile The burning flesh that I devour Cannibalism, self sexualization, Disgust for my own admiration God I can't take it anymore! Please come knocking at my door. God run through my aches and pains. My feet are sore, my hair is ripped apart, I cant even begin to start Where love is. Where love is. Sense my soul, Someone, please hold, I tell you one last thing I bought her a ring And yet she rejected My soul was ejected Crushed and eclectic I was rejected I was rejected. Please let me live, Please let me live.
Notice the time once again
Laminating its officiality in the minds of the perceivers
Through the flow of morality, of experience, and of the functions of life.
The time,
Leaning its influence and fate on the gas pedal of motion
Leading us into a chasm or into greater pastures
The anticipation never fades.
Attracting souls together
Through love, mutuality, and empathy
Time interacts with experience in seemingly opposite ways.
Though time attracts
It also detaches
From one soul to another
Time fades when life collapses.
Between this collapse and birth,
Time runs
Through enjoyment, and through resentment
Time mirrors our contortion
Though time continues without our consent,
We learn to love the joys and hate the bads
Our experiences reflect time's wishes,
And we hope beyond its restrictions.
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