I really had to make my way
To a place long lost before
A place west of this mist
And not long will I make the kiss
I'd give a dozen logs to pass
My route down the lonely road
As I sway my kind soul
And my mind sick
For a sour thumb and lips
But without censor or meter
For that fact
Upon your tracks as you creep
In me
On me
For me to see
Once upon a road
I did not trust
What I was about to get to see
A meaningless life of nothing to be
But I can't constitute that
For you do not let me
Consecrate that floor
The hardwood
Ha the carpet of my folky
Folly forsaken my lord
For a minute of the oh so divine crime
Haunt my mortality for my immortal soul
This begins the journey
To the never world
Where I think I am in
Without money
Without time
But with all the time to be ignorant
And a little more to be free
Yet I'm stuck in eternity in a lie
So set your spirit free
Really let it free
Let it and you will feel really good
Really
Really happy forever
And eternally blissful real
Really chase the lions
Chase the grapes and cut the vine
Really all the time is sweet
All the time you speak
No more pity
I promise this is really reality
Really astronaut Doctor this is a real nice time to be really alive or dead because either way...
It’s a really real place.
About the Creator
Matthias Elijah
Exploring life, love, and a little play on literacy.
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