To stand the test of time,
to stand alone.
To be without the glue,
that keeps us glued together.
And feeling so excrementable.
It only goes to show you,
how many ways you don抰 know you.
When the bad sets in,
I could use some sleep.
Resting, falling,
falling deeper than deep.
We miss the point to carry on,
we miss the point.
To carry on where.
Things you love but did not get.
And all the times you抳e been upset by,
unfulfilled dreams and visions,
and the guilt for your wrong decisions.
It抯 so hard to pry away.
Pry out from under all the lies,
and distractions of the world,
You抳e seen what they can do,
but you can抰 see your way out.
We miss the point to carry on.
All thing fall through.
That how it feels, when you hear the sound of disappointment.
So unsatisfied,
when the sight's set higher.
Some can抰 achieve, don抰 believe,
there is light at the end at all.
There抯 no light.
Time to reach out for what抯 real,
it抯 easy to miss, insist,
that you shouldn抰 always follow the first thing you feel.
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