kid, you once had the midas touch now everything you touch turns to rust kid, you once had the midas touch now you’ll do anything for a crutch kid, you once had the midas touch now you’ve got no one to trust kid, you once had the midas touch now everything you once had has turned to dust
clouds are falling down faceless figures all around you never once cared all the while it might be too late to reconcile everything you did and all you ever said is still ringing in the back of my head its a little too late to take it all back its a little too much to wash away i’m a little too far gone to stay its a little too hard to try and forget its a little too soon to say...
the circle of life
We Wonder we dream we comprise we deal We beg we borrow we inheret we steal We doubt we assume we conceal we cry We forget we wish we trust we try We fight we fathom we accede we accept We discover ourselves and move on to the next
pathos vs. logos
logos: engulfed in your crevices, fearful of the small range of motion i am permitted with; i carefully maneuver myself free unrestricted, footloose. pathos: yet i find myself desolate and morose, so i dance myself back into your embrace; with eyes wide open and mind wide shut, because for the first breath since June reality is better than my dreams.
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