The figures in the fog talk louder and louder
but I can't put my finger on what they're all about and
so I forget the simple talk, syllables and lincoln logs
the building blocks are glued together, just a little more acetone
to loosen up until something better falls from the sky, but we're already bruised enough
and our minds are toned too tight until they lose the stuff inside
at night, we close our eyes and look up, up into the sky, for the fighting spirit
orion's belt's mine for the stealing, mine for the feelings felt, feeling held
back to the first square, where we first dealt the first fears and
taught ourselves how to be the 'pers you see here
but I'm the only one
others are my double's shadows
in the lonely sun, the shallow pools of protoplasm grow, atom by atom
And though, I'm turning around, with my back facing the entrance
I don't worry about going down when the best of them aren't present
so dark outside
so dark outside
Blue eyes with dark hair, its the new thing I hear
replacing walks in the park with superficial artwork
doesn't touch the soul, just the irises and hearts of coal
So far, so cold
I bundle up, hoping it'll go away but knowing nothing ever does
I go a way I know I shouldn't but
stray from the path I set for myself
say that is that
but no one ever does the same
because of greed and rabbits in the cabbage patch
I carve my own lane made up of the fat
And slowly die, becoming ever larger than the stash
I grow and like, a token hole in my line of sight
I stroke the rope, pulling as holds so tight
steadfast to the goals
hope for the hole in one
ever faster it goes
coast to the boat you won
and hope for that hole in one
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