In times we thought ourselves indolent, we have afterwards discovered that much was accomplished and much was begun in us.
I find... Where I find indolence is where I find infinite lines to rock rhythm with... My life consistent as its ever been... Couldn't write a line if my life depended it...
At arms length I lie...
Beside my cognitive...
Wide eyed... Why fight... The rise to to prominence...
In my current placement...
My genius wouldn't take me...
I couldn't be further from a murmur of my way... Check...
This is the same feeling.... It dawned the same way...
This is the same sun... Setting... On a different day...
What is busy to business...
What is busy to art?
What are societies claims going to do for your heart...
These are realities charms...
As if we knew it at all...
Whilst your forming your rise...
Naturally forming your fall...
We lie.
We lie faces to faces...
the stoic... The scholar... The fallow... The basic...
At arms length I lie beside my cognitive...
Couldn't find a rise till I forgot the bricks...
At arms length I lie beside my cognitive...
Couldn't write a line till I lost the mind...
What is busy to business...
What is busy to art?
What are societies claims going to do for your heart...
These are realities charms...
As if we knew it at all...
Whilst your forming your rise...
Naturally forming your fall...
I find... Where I find indolence
I find... Where I find indolence
I find... Where I find indolence
is where I find infinite lines to rock rhythm with
What is busy to business...
What is busy to art?
What are societies claims going to do for your heart...
These are realities charms...
As if we knew it at all...
Whilst your forming your rise...
Naturally forming your...
I have fallen... The fall has it's fate...
When I'm in the flaw... Still the flaw has its place...
And I'm... Lost in my flaws... Still the fall holds its weight...
Trapped in the laws... Will leave me flat on my face...
Worlds venom is law to lost men who cant find their own music to bop there own heads too...
These men who don't speak in my presence... They've lost there own form while I stand like a statue...
This is status and greed...
Vocation and ease...
Leaders of the world... Not leaders of being...
Comfortable men in there protected beds...
This is the life that they chose...
Why don't they live it for them...
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