Nothing changes and it never will.
Sun up sun down everyday stay the same.
Repetition, metaphorical erosion of the spirit.
Rusting promises like skin liable to chap.
Fate is the night light that burns our eyes out as we walk tightropes and dance in circles to the tune of our back's breaking under the weight of living up to potential.
Choke on the smell.
On and on, around and around.
Never missing a beat.
Soldering forward, away from what you truly aspire to be, or to do, or to see, for fear of pushing.
Sinking or sailing, flying or falling, cutting the waves.
Breaching the hull.
Soaring without effort.
Going down in flames.
No ports, no parachutes.
Sun up sun down everyday stay the same.
Repetition, metaphorical erosion of the spirit.
Rusting promises like skin liable to chap.
Fate is the night light that burns our eyes out as we walk tightropes and dance in circles to the tune of our back's breaking under the weight of living up to potential.
Choke on the smell.
On and on, around and around.
Never missing a beat.
Soldering forward, away from what you truly aspire to be, or to do, or to see, for fear of pushing.
Sinking or sailing, flying or falling, cutting the waves.
Breaching the hull.
Soaring without effort.
Going down in flames.
No ports, no parachutes.