Light.Sensation

Oh, how I can see thee more simple.
With fields of golden grass and the fences that divide.
The wooden ones we just hop over.
Because we don't believe in telephones.
Why should we when a run to your yard will do?
Oh and how simple we had it!
The sun in the morning and the moon in the evening.
And all the chaos in between.
I'm on 100. How many stars have you counted?

Failure @ Peace Four Your EXISTence.

Oh! What difficulty!
To see it but close your eyes to it.
To hear it but ignore everything it means.
The struggle to accept. This struggles to object.
And I know it exists. I do.
History may not show the logic. It'll show you the dreams.
But because the stat book doesn't show it doesn't mean it never happened.
And I catch it but I throw it right back.
Because I don't want it.
And that's the struggle entirely.
A lose-lose.
For such ease in which it creeps up on me.
It creeps me out.
But did it even creep? No.
But I did creep you.
It had it's drive.
It, this beautiful it.

It: A hint. It: A hint.

The day breaks in Burma.

They say it's 20 but it's more like 100.
The dead are thrown into rivers.
The living wait.
But at 135 mph we are too slow to run.
So we do with what we can.
But it's not fast enough or enough.
But I think we think slow.
Get it?
And as the morning breaks, we sleep sound never knowing the chaos that prevails on the east side.
But Lord! How we must have it in our case!
But our case came and we never showed up.
We're a few years too late.
And if only I could hop on the first flight out of here.
To tune to a television where I'd hear something relevant.
Not to hear explanations of candidates who've got more chance for them than I do,
From people whose oppurtunities exceed mine as well.
Oh, how I feel a shame ready to creep up and blanket our well being.
"...but your kids are gonna love it."

The exit’s that way.

So why the mad rush?
I am humbled by the slow speed.
You've such a sense of urgency
That's something I don't need.
We can now realize the effort in our streets.
The flowers on the wall.
We can now notice the alarm of the red and all it represents.
And with all my acceleration you don't stop to think.
The deceleration is merely an act surrounded by moats I keep wanting to jump into.

...she doesn’t wear any wings.

And the alarms go off in the head.
You've known forever what to do when this happens.
You know how to wait.
You know not to do this if it's not right.
You know that you should never let anyone tell you "I love you," against you.
You know how to brush it off even though you're dying inside.
You've learned how to keep the tears back for the less deserving.
You know not to talk to strangers.
Not to let them talk you into getting closer.
And you know that promises are just words from one person to another, or many.
You know that we won't be here forever.
But you know that you gotta soak in every breath in life.
You know that gleaming comes natural.
And you know that anyone daring to diminish that glaring smile has no place in that seat next to you.

And this isn't a case of realizing what you had.
Because you've known it all along.
It's a case of wondering whether or not you could be perfect for her.
But trying too hard to accomplish it.
And then attempting to live life knowing that you are indeed perfect but showing her the wrong way.
But by now she's convinced you're all wrong. You're no place close to where she once held you.
But there's some damn thing about you that makes me think twice.
Not because I'm doubted... but because you're deserving of nothing less. (Beauty)

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