Comets lash and rise above...
There's so much to say and so few words to say it. Words have to be chosen. Not to reflect the truth, but to reflect a reflection of the truth. Ambiguity makes for acceptable communication. Its a twisted world we live in.
It goes against me, there are a lot of things to say, but I'm settling for just not cut out for this world. I try so hard to mean what I say, and say what I mean. But that is a skill that has not been required for quite awhile. I try to be a part of things, and not apart from things. To believe in them and their wholesomeness. To see things for what they are, a glass that just is, and it doesn't matter if it's half empty or full.
I try to be a human being. To live to the standards of the impossible that could be possible. I try to believe, in everything, from God, to people, from fact, to fable, from love, to solitude. Because at the basest level, I am a humanitarian. I believe we are capable of more than we give ourselves credit for. Somehow, believing in all this, I find it hard to give someone a chance to choose for themselves. Aren't we all confused anyway.
A trip was good, I managed to get away from it all. Sit and relax, away from the hustle and bustle of the big city life. However, the trip, like the term suggests, involved some pain, such as falling flat on your face. And I wonder, how I got so attached to home. I guess I know the truth of it, just that the truth isn't good enough for tender ears.
"It's 2007 Jeremy", she said. I've been living a dream. While I believe in an open egalitarian society, it's 2007. It's the big city, filled with lights, bright lights! Even the eternal stars dim in contrast. It's about long enough, forever is something that only crossed our collective consciousness in a dream.
Did we really sell our heroes for ghosts? I used to have a hero, I don't anymore, he let me down, and now he's just an ordinary human being. I used to be special, but I'm not anymore, I've been let down, and now I'm just an ordinary human being. Weary, wary, quiet.
I wish I knew what I could do, to make you brave enough to believe in me. Nothing ventured nothing gained they say. You only live (each moment) once. Under the pressing weight of it all, we know it's nothing to get hung about, it's always strawberry fields, forever.
It goes against me, there are a lot of things to say, but I'm settling for just not cut out for this world. I try so hard to mean what I say, and say what I mean. But that is a skill that has not been required for quite awhile. I try to be a part of things, and not apart from things. To believe in them and their wholesomeness. To see things for what they are, a glass that just is, and it doesn't matter if it's half empty or full.
I try to be a human being. To live to the standards of the impossible that could be possible. I try to believe, in everything, from God, to people, from fact, to fable, from love, to solitude. Because at the basest level, I am a humanitarian. I believe we are capable of more than we give ourselves credit for. Somehow, believing in all this, I find it hard to give someone a chance to choose for themselves. Aren't we all confused anyway.
A trip was good, I managed to get away from it all. Sit and relax, away from the hustle and bustle of the big city life. However, the trip, like the term suggests, involved some pain, such as falling flat on your face. And I wonder, how I got so attached to home. I guess I know the truth of it, just that the truth isn't good enough for tender ears.
"It's 2007 Jeremy", she said. I've been living a dream. While I believe in an open egalitarian society, it's 2007. It's the big city, filled with lights, bright lights! Even the eternal stars dim in contrast. It's about long enough, forever is something that only crossed our collective consciousness in a dream.
Did we really sell our heroes for ghosts? I used to have a hero, I don't anymore, he let me down, and now he's just an ordinary human being. I used to be special, but I'm not anymore, I've been let down, and now I'm just an ordinary human being. Weary, wary, quiet.
I wish I knew what I could do, to make you brave enough to believe in me. Nothing ventured nothing gained they say. You only live (each moment) once. Under the pressing weight of it all, we know it's nothing to get hung about, it's always strawberry fields, forever.
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