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Beyond Depression's Sentiment and Reason's Detriment
In the wake I lie awake
contemplating the antithesis of a nemesis
complacency is codependent and drunken in corrupted bliss
In a stupor entangled and tied to repressed rage
rattling the bottom of never truly known cages
Rising in love instead of falling through the ages
Such a sweet calamity in the form of a wellness treat
tickling Buddha's belly
A flavor so colorful even my tastebuds
have become little Picassos, Da Vincis and Van Goghs
Waldo finds himself and paints a self portrait
Michelangelo doesn't miss a stroke
Method to this madness
A cunning only grasped by leaping over and past
the coals of lingering sadnesses
Broadening boundaries
To explore once again in controlled abandon
My tiptoes touch to serve as a palate of permanent reminders
at once fleeting and vanishing
but I still have the scars as vouchers
I'd rather be a hapless traveler
Than a happy camper
Breaking into the event Horizon
And stealing the light show
There's bliss to be found on the edge of a razor
Such considerate incisions through my hardened vessels
Bleeding new life through these old hedges
contemplating the antithesis of a nemesis
complacency is codependent and drunken in corrupted bliss
In a stupor entangled and tied to repressed rage
rattling the bottom of never truly known cages
Rising in love instead of falling through the ages
Such a sweet calamity in the form of a wellness treat
tickling Buddha's belly
A flavor so colorful even my tastebuds
have become little Picassos, Da Vincis and Van Goghs
Waldo finds himself and paints a self portrait
Michelangelo doesn't miss a stroke
Method to this madness
A cunning only grasped by leaping over and past
the coals of lingering sadnesses
Broadening boundaries
To explore once again in controlled abandon
My tiptoes touch to serve as a palate of permanent reminders
at once fleeting and vanishing
but I still have the scars as vouchers
I'd rather be a hapless traveler
Than a happy camper
Breaking into the event Horizon
And stealing the light show
There's bliss to be found on the edge of a razor
Such considerate incisions through my hardened vessels
Bleeding new life through these old hedges
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