For MeFor me, singing is the last result. For me, the returning blues spread their notes to quickly. The chords only bind tighter, And the lyrics skin my knees.For Me
The winding scales creep up and down and the trills hurt my ears.
But it's my fingers wishes. They fly up and down the page
and press softly on the elephants memories.
I hold my rests and lift on the ends.
For me,
a soft lingering note, is the only thing I ever want to hear.
Our LimitOur LimitOur Limit
When do you no longer realize between myth and man?
When do the worlds mesh and become whole again
When do humans drop their pitchforks and join the heavenly race?
We are just moving through water.
Wading in the deep
deep blue
Looking for a proper loop hole
When there is none.
There is no cosmic bend in life.
There is no easy way out and there is no easy way in
We are here
we want to think outside the box?
We need to
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