A NDIt's more of a time not so much a place or a word you can put it in words but it's cheapened and somehow the meaning is lost in translation? a flurry of sights sounds rushes to the head even now I'm afraid this won'tA ND
express it properly.
However, it seems that if I don't
place it into a piece of constance at a constant pace it will be lost. It's really just a flash in a pan but still in it there is eternity.
ConserveAnd you float along you Piece of trash. You tumble through the streets Aimless, pointless You claim to be tossed away It’s false. You were something precious that In a careless moment In a gust of wind Slipped through my fingers. And so you tumble on Oh you, Have you heard thatConserve
They call you a recyclable? And I Missing you but Unable to wait Bought another just like you. And, did you hear? If they catch you They’ll melt you down
Turned into something else And I will never know the difference.
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"I'm going to draw a picture, a picture with a twist. I'll draw it with a razor blade, I'll draw it on my wrist. As I draw this picture a fountain will appear, with this flowing fountain all my problems disappear..."
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ocean pulls me close
and whispers in my ear
the destiny I've chose
all becoming clear
the currents have their say
the time is drawing near
washes me away
makes me disappear
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