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Whimsical Reality
I refuse to be hog washed in her shadows
speculating an assertive gesture that you will follow
if only, for her love (she's the one)
miles weighed heavy on your duty to me
emotionalism was all I could provide
You, being the attention whore you are
exploited boundaries as you sought more than a one woman offering
desperate for it all, from every corner of the earth
you will flip every rock, sift every grain
to feed this useless desire
burn bridges at any toll
then disown the matches in your pocket (the one closest to your narcissistic heart)
You have no secrets
Illusions of you are nil
So what is the role of this nitch for me?
Clarity in my reverie
It's okay to dream
my arm stretched high
where gravity is nothing but air to me
as long as one foot remains on solid ground
I've got the grasp of a whimsical reality
©2012
speculating an assertive gesture that you will follow
if only, for her love (she's the one)
miles weighed heavy on your duty to me
emotionalism was all I could provide
You, being the attention whore you are
exploited boundaries as you sought more than a one woman offering
desperate for it all, from every corner of the earth
you will flip every rock, sift every grain
to feed this useless desire
burn bridges at any toll
then disown the matches in your pocket (the one closest to your narcissistic heart)
You have no secrets
Illusions of you are nil
So what is the role of this nitch for me?
Clarity in my reverie
It's okay to dream
my arm stretched high
where gravity is nothing but air to me
as long as one foot remains on solid ground
I've got the grasp of a whimsical reality
©2012
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