I pour my water down this funnel that flows into a tunnel hoping it makes it's journeys end for the night. Formulated by a light I keep hidden in my chest cavity keepin me safe from all I deem unworthy of my gravity. Overstayed and underplayed by undefined winds that could lead to fine or no place mine but it's always easy on my soul. Cause it aint nothin but an unimagined world of non-fiction spice tripped up by fiction diction takin it's sweet time to placate the senses. Tellin the involved and the evolved that there aint no place to go...just flow. Yeah, the sweet-like I know. So don't tell me how to act regurgitating my tact. Day breathes in my way exhaling at night...leavin details made right for you to configure and transfigure. Truth is I figure, you'll never really get it. Even when I let it...
I taunt the soothe of the blues as it settles somewhere between pain and gain, loss without cost with an unending rhyme so sublime transfixed into the mind you can't miss a note. Exhaling as it grooves prevailing over the soul. Raining down on the empty hole they left behind with a reservoir of overflow left to inspire. With no need for admiration's hydration I choose my only aspiration. That my name's donation by way of impartation remain a beautiful scar. This tiny everlasting star that lets you know: Life and love were made to live and give...forever...
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