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You can't take it with you, no heavens or friends to show your pride to, just the earth to return what is hers.
Though this may come off as a cynic's curse, can you not see the beauty in these words?
All we have is the now, cause there's no time like the present to present your love to those who seek it.
And present your mind to those who see through the weakness, a shared gift to dispel the bleakness.
Spoken about only in riddles and humor, I reflect on its reality as I stare in the mirror. Every minute spent in preparation for its arrival, just a manifestation of all our efforts at survival.
But I make no plans, my end won't justify my means, and I mean no harm by this. Other than that ignorance is bliss, which is how I choose to live.
Because from what I've seen, and what I've read, no one can ever be right. And I know I might not be right, but death will show his face regardless.
And I refuse to meet him hopeless, or full of hope that was never good enough for me.
So I'll choose to meet him fearless, or full of fear that I didn't live in peace.
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Heaven Forbid, pt. I
02:24
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With the sun in my eyes, and your breath on my neck, I’m finding it harder to see and inspect
The subtleties on that horizon, the potential it holds for us and a life
That I refuse to view as cold, But dammit if I never felt a lack of hope
Or the senseless grip of senseless hands on my throat
(That shake me to consciousness)
Of things I should fear, of things to hold dear,
Of when to show grace, and when to save face.
Heaven forbid I don’t take a stand, while you stand in the chosen land.
An inch from my face, and block my sight,
Form things I never knew deserved greater height.
On this pedestal of worthless shit, atop which I must admit I do sit.
I will not look at nihilism in the eyes like an old friend, but rather like the bottom feeder that took but never gave.
So keep it simple, and see through every ripple, in the dirty water of the well of the world, then sit back and watch as it all unfurls.
Don't take my word for it, take a look for yourself.
These trees won’t tell lies, this ocean won’t use a guise.
And I swear that there’s history in these mountains' rise.
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Heaven Forbid, pt. II
04:13
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I see your point. These trees and these mountains hold not only history, but a beauty felt intrinsically, and resulting lasting memories.
Taken for granted through stubbornness, not to mention a lack of willingness to simply appreciate what I’m presented.
Free of the pressure to choose, relieved of this mental ruse.
Sunlight showers my face, eyes closed, not concerned with grace.
Just the air to breathe, and my mind to be left at peace.
The true way to enjoy any blessing is to not waste it second guessing.
Falling victim to my own circumvention, when will I abandon convention?
And stop seeking conviction, instead of making my own connection?
But I never take my own advice, always thinking twice about where my heart lies with a failure to compromise my demons and my vices.
So I’ll put it down for now, by my side in the grass as I gaze at the clouds.
Free of the pressure to choose, relieved of this mental ruse.
Sunlight showers my face, eyes closed, not concerned with grace.
Just the air to breathe, and my mind to be left at peace.
The true way to enjoy any blessing is to not waste it second guessing.
Thanks be to the provider, I’ll pay tribute as a lyric reciter.
I can’t deny that overwhelming sense I get when I look upon this earth. Trying to identify a cerebral chemical reaction, when I know I should just take action.
I declare the future mine to keep, and from now on I’ll sow with the intention to reap. My days are numbered, and though this number never meant much to me, it doesn't mean I want them wasted. This miracle I've been allowed to participate in will not be disregarded as simply as it began.
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Condition of Youth
04:06
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That landscape speaks, but uses no words. Every detail of that skyline represents us down to the lights, and that flock of birds.
So young, and already talking about getting older. Thankful that our young minds have yet to be sold. Trying to sift through all the lies we've been told.
This place will always be our home, but now we are forced to find our own. The late nights ending on that stretch of road. The long summer’s day now makes your eyes bear the heavy load, let tomorrow take you where it may. But you know you’ll just repeat today, and that's okay.
So young, and already talking about getting older. Thankful that our young minds have yet to be sold. Trying to sift through all the lies we've been told.
At the end of the day, we all return to our issues, and so these precious nights we will not misuse. It’s a time to forget the past, and neglect the future. To bask in the condition of youth.
Cause you know this can't last forever, so take your chance, it’s now or never.
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The Race
04:06
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Each morning, I wake up to the same shrill warning that I'm standing still, as the whole world keeps turning in front of me.
While everyone around me is accelerating at a steady pace, am I the one that’s insane, or is life just one cruel race?
I'm forever a student taking mental notes of all the things you've put before me, and all the things I've left behind. How can I lead by example, when my examples have led me wrong? Cause I think like a Midwestern kid, and act like a Southern man. In a land where promises are artifacts, but confidence is in high demand, you can’t sleep off your faults because of the wine you drank. Or deny your mistakes when they’ve got their hands in your bank. But go ahead, work all day, and die with pride. I’ll stand here, and watch your legacy wash away in the tide.
Reflective thoughts have become my greatest asset, and not to mention my own worst enemy. I've been hung up on insecurities so damn long, slowly justifying them into excuses. Not wanting to reveal certain thoughts, I'm losing ground, becoming reclusive. No more dreams grapple my sleep, they've given up and reverted to sheep. No time to think about her while my convictions remain so unsure. As relief escapes through the cracks in my door, the rich environment conflicts. With a mentality so poor. Sweeping change releases blows to the head, I'm forced to throw up all that I've been fed.
Clouds of thought rain down into text. Further muddying what I always thought was best. But alas, I put my mind to rest, and find peace in these melodies and the words we speak.
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