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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Other >> ID #1802649  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
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It starts hard, and gets easier. It depends how early you start listening.
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You never thought that it was possible,
to move fast as light and then come back at all.

But hey, we saw through that little idea,
created our own reality that's more clear.

Energy and matter, yeah the two are just the same,
I know it's hard to handle but that's why we play the game.

Some wanna explore, some want to see the world,
some want to see the universe, some want the right girl.

All can have their way in time, but damn we keep on rushing,
everybody's gotta get it before we really start pushing.

So take an idea that's hard, and make it more simple,
make that lady smile and bring back her dimples.

All it's ever really about is how far you want to go,
life is so much prettier the less that you know.

But then, it's really all about perspective,
other people are just highly reflective.

They think they see your evil but they just see their own,
at the moment their mind is tiny but pretty soon they'll be full grown.

What do you want to be? An I-cloned band?
Buried like the egyptians beneath ridiculous sands?

A sound? A word? Or even just a thought?
I'm am all of these and still you haven't bought.

But hey we've got all the time, and you've got all the power,
struggle at self-created binds, find the right hour.

Then find someone to blame, and watch him just step out,
take all of the warmth in him and laugh while you play about.

Life is individuals, yet we are all connected,
I prefer to be myself than just the disaffected.

I'm not playing by myself, there's someone here with me,
trust she is much more to me than you will ever see.

But hey, life is a tricky game, and trust it just gets easier,
it's gets up to the point where you're just being sleazier.

Thankfully you've got a partner that just loves that game,
to me it feels a little weird but, hey, we're all the same.

I never got hypnotised, I just did what felt to be right,
and you know I'd never fight anything that was half right.

But sleep on it, and think a bit, and find your happy place.
Then come back and tell me that I'm bad, right to my face.
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