paper towel revelations on speed-fueled mornings.

It's what you make of it.

Left without a trace
Diligence belies disgrace
Left without a face
So many respects to trek through
Without a common place
Reject complex insects
They hide in front of your face
Design intricate webs of lies
Dazzling to the eyes

Someone wrote me a letter
Said it doesn't get much better
But never any worse
Said at least you ain't
Riding in a hearse
Said it blunt
Said it honest
Said it terse
Like prose in perfect verse
If any day could be the day
Then why not yesterday
It could be yesterday

Tried climbing vines of twine
Didn't get that high
Couldn't hold up to what
They had,
They had it all combined
And it got rough,
Real rough
Made it really tough for us
With ropes of money
'Round our necks
They couldn't comprehend it
That we weren't dead
Said they set a trap
Impossible to escape
Inescapable size
Indescribable weight
Incomprehensible shapes
But everything's in constant motion
It don't slow down
Not for the traders or the Market
Just because we worship it
Our lives inside it doesn't
Make the world any less round
And yet I'm still astounded
With this money noose
'Round my neck

Something profound in
Endless patterns we repeat
Everything you seek
On infinite repeat
In winning losing streaks
The blessed are still meek
It's really not that bleak
Cause now it's in the streets

A picture poses as
A million different things
Cockroaches, diamonds
Or a knockout in the ring
A blessing counts its chances
In the pocket of a king
He conspires,
We conspire,
Plots and schemes,
Fantastic magic dreams
Elusive faraway dreams
We can dream
We can dream
It's all a dream

Reviews

[Choosing Life]

I love the flow. No need to be monotonous...

It is very deep to me. It has so many different thoughts real living...
Lots of meaning...

I will be back..,. again

[Star Catcher]

The flow breaks up now and then, but I like the way it sounds most of the time. The words sound amazing too. Just plain and simple yet profound thought.