Need a Fissure, A Fix
To Keep My Spindle Spinning;
When I Feel Like I've Won
I Know There's More To Winning Than
Taking The Pearl From The Pedestal On High
You Can't Cruise, You Can't Fly, 'Till You've Tilled At The Dirt
So Envision Your Work, Indecision, It Hurts
I Am Wishing To Rise Through The Rose-fields,
The Sky
Is A Pallete Of White That Knows Naught But My Name
So Speak Out, Call Me Rushed And Wrong, It's All I Have
I Walk Out, Into Passion
It's My Passion; I Have Numbers
In The Phonebooks Far From Slumber
I Am Working For A Goal Too High To Aim
I'll Fire Flames Until It Burns
And Till It; Turn The Darkness On It's Head
Revive Life's Long-drawn Vibe; Alive.
xx
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