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We stare, we stare, we're staring in a hole
We sink, we sink, now we're sinking so low
We fare, we fare, we're not faring real well
We drink, we drink, drank from a bad well
We dare, we dare, dared the mental blow
We think, we think, thought we'd just go
Now see, we see, we saw we didn't know
Now we know
We're infinite at the exact same time we're finite
We're small yet so big when we endeavor to unite
Our race races to fill up spaces when we leave them empty
Then we join up to blow up and we relish our own audacity
We crave the kind of power that destroys our own treasures
We brave the horrors of battle then recoil from its pressures
We extend a hand to make a stand against gross injustice
Then pretend we're blind and deaf to refute what truth is
We find, we find, it's now that we're finding
reality isn't as carefree as it once used to be
Though they weep they sleep, we're not sleeping
and see our dreams aren't materializing as readily
We realize, we realized, now we're freaking
Life isn't riding so smoothly right about now
They dream, we scream, we're just not believing
Not living for the same reasons we used to now
We know and wish we didn't know what we're about
We saw too much and wish we hadn't figured us out
We'd forget but can't erase what's imprinted in there
The world is so damn busy it's too distracted to care
We must come to terms with the undeniable fact that
Each passing day brings us that much closer to our last
We must accept we’re responsible for this broken place
We must acknowledge we all leave some kind of trace
Some of us disintegrate at entirely different rates
Some of us are never taught how to lovingly relate
Some of us hover within the shadows of giants
Some of us retaliate by inciting incendiary riots
Some of us bulldoze over the footsteps of giants
We sink, we sink, now we're sinking so low
We fare, we fare, we're not faring real well
We drink, we drink, drank from a bad well
We dare, we dare, dared the mental blow
We think, we think, thought we'd just go
Now see, we see, we saw we didn't know
Now we know
We're infinite at the exact same time we're finite
We're small yet so big when we endeavor to unite
Our race races to fill up spaces when we leave them empty
Then we join up to blow up and we relish our own audacity
We crave the kind of power that destroys our own treasures
We brave the horrors of battle then recoil from its pressures
We extend a hand to make a stand against gross injustice
Then pretend we're blind and deaf to refute what truth is
We find, we find, it's now that we're finding
reality isn't as carefree as it once used to be
Though they weep they sleep, we're not sleeping
and see our dreams aren't materializing as readily
We realize, we realized, now we're freaking
Life isn't riding so smoothly right about now
They dream, we scream, we're just not believing
Not living for the same reasons we used to now
We know and wish we didn't know what we're about
We saw too much and wish we hadn't figured us out
We'd forget but can't erase what's imprinted in there
The world is so damn busy it's too distracted to care
We must come to terms with the undeniable fact that
Each passing day brings us that much closer to our last
We must accept we’re responsible for this broken place
We must acknowledge we all leave some kind of trace
Some of us disintegrate at entirely different rates
Some of us are never taught how to lovingly relate
Some of us hover within the shadows of giants
Some of us retaliate by inciting incendiary riots
Some of us bulldoze over the footsteps of giants
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differently (v. 2)
i.
if I had known I would die tonight,
I think I would've kissed her.
I think I would've told her to stay with me under
the umbrella for just a moment longer
instead of letting her walk into her home
with a flash of a smile back to me
and a "get home safe."
I think I would've pressed that button on the handle
letting the umbrella collapse above us,
fall to the pavement,
let the torrential rain soak us,
and I know I would've kissed her
before she had the chance
to say something.
I know I would've let the rain just pour down on us while
we kissed there,
until she pulled away and laughed –
god, I loved her laugh –
u
Literature
Descended To The Yard (Updated)
Descended to the yard
Thirty men without jobs
Descended to the yard
Descended to chop logs
The damned winter
The cold misery
Away from women
Steps closer to the flames of Hell
Of Hell
Descended to the yard
Working for a long while
Sixty days to work hard
Thirty men in denial
The boss of our "corp"
Got us by the bucks
Away from love
The head inside the oven of Hell
Of Hell
Descended to the yard
There's no work left in town
Descended to the yard
Far from the world, shut down
I`m calling the great Satan
I know about the old legend
The one of the flying canoe
Please send us home, we know you could
I wanna fly in the firmament
See again, just fo
Literature
Straight Ahead
In keeping with the adage that says,
life is a road,
being in love is a little like watching someone walk away
and naively,
innately,
trusting that they will return.
Being loved,
and loving someone back,
is doing the hard thing
and never,
ever,
turning around.
Because being in love
means,
shouldering the burden of knowing
that the road ahead
is so very dangerous,
and not being cruel enough,
to let the other know.
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This was loosely inspired by Modest Mouse's song Be Brave, from their new album, Strangers To Ourselves.
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