The wind drifts
Pulls me gently
Out my fingertips
And swiftly lifts my spirit
A slight change of appearance

It was something I didn't realize
Until I was flying at roughly 10,000 feet above the sea
Aware, yet can't see

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Sometimes I watch the smoke rise over the horizon
Intertwine with the stars alignment
To escape through narration

Seeking to ink the imagery immaculate
Drink the past infatuations
Sink into imagination

We absorb and reflect
Distort to see in-depth
Abhor what we reject
Collected into the core of our very being

Our anger is our affection
Inevitable danger heads our direction
If we choose not to believe in ourself
It proves we can't truly believe in anything else

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Easily seduced by the excuses
(The truth is written on the walls)
If we chose to stop the improvements
(All we've built will dissolve)

If only you could see eye-to-eye with your mind's entropy
But time is fading, fleeting, narrow, vacant

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It's what you make

It cuts deep and engraves its namesake
As a keepsake, as a part of heart ache
Take the mistakes

Awaken from the illusion we partake in, confusion
Break free from temptation, in an attempt at concentration

Crept through the connections
Introspection to check the intentions

Paint the portrayal
Of a zero day old fable
Based in bloody betrayal
Chased the culprit but he bailed
Hence what the rest of the story entails
Gets morbid as hell
Before most forfeit
I foretell and bid farewell

Did no one inform you of the storm that swarms through?
If we chase it we could be there by morning
Forging blades, coloring caves

Numbering days, growing number with age
Uncovering the suffering and wondering how
We could change, adapt

A momentary lapse of Eden
A monument of the consequence
Of the lost cause conceivement