Got to write it all away.
Got to write till my fingers bleed.
Some things you can't change
Better to focus on what you can.
There's two sides to the same story
and they both exist inside one man.
Me and him will die through her
in the lines we never read between.
Where there's a will, there's a way.
Why put off till tomorrow what you can do today?
Why focus on the future and so many yesterdays
when Now is the realm of any true change?
I know all this.
And I know that knowing
alone doesn't make a difference.
I felt the waters kiss
and I should've died there,
made room for my true Self.
But he's still sleeping, and
I'm still dragging on and for some
odd reason I'm just not ready
to let go yet and give into
ego death.
Got to write it all away.
Got to write till my fingers bleed.
And when the ink runs out I'll write
straight from the wound, litter the world
with my words to clear away me and
leave a place for you.
Got to document the downfall.
I was never good with endings.
Going out with a whimper was never my way
I'll die screaming and find rest in acceptence.
To find I was always part
of somthing greater
slowly awakening in the womb
inside of me,
to find that this before me
is something I have to force
myself to swallow.
Got to write till my fingers bleed.
Some things you can't change
Better to focus on what you can.
There's two sides to the same story
and they both exist inside one man.
Me and him will die through her
in the lines we never read between.
Where there's a will, there's a way.
Why put off till tomorrow what you can do today?
Why focus on the future and so many yesterdays
when Now is the realm of any true change?
I know all this.
And I know that knowing
alone doesn't make a difference.
I felt the waters kiss
and I should've died there,
made room for my true Self.
But he's still sleeping, and
I'm still dragging on and for some
odd reason I'm just not ready
to let go yet and give into
ego death.
Got to write it all away.
Got to write till my fingers bleed.
And when the ink runs out I'll write
straight from the wound, litter the world
with my words to clear away me and
leave a place for you.
Got to document the downfall.
I was never good with endings.
Going out with a whimper was never my way
I'll die screaming and find rest in acceptence.
To find I was always part
of somthing greater
slowly awakening in the womb
inside of me,
to find that this before me
is something I have to force
myself to swallow.
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