My freedom’s future serenading the Now,
From a not-too-distant reach.
It equals the greatest changing of my furthest scenery.
It hands me actuality, and then it’s history.
So when we reach another, who are we touching but ourselves?
Though most consider it a mystery, ability only grows when
You believe in limitless capacity~
And can handle social impact when we work in circles well.
It’s how I know why I choose you;
Saves my life from indecision of available mazes,
Repetition of insatiable phases,
The complacency of failed age.
We accept too many shortcuts, and think the point of life is to be saved.
But it ain’t…
From a not-too-distant reach.
It equals the greatest changing of my furthest scenery.
It hands me actuality, and then it’s history.
So when we reach another, who are we touching but ourselves?
Though most consider it a mystery, ability only grows when
You believe in limitless capacity~
And can handle social impact when we work in circles well.
It’s how I know why I choose you;
Saves my life from indecision of available mazes,
Repetition of insatiable phases,
The complacency of failed age.
We accept too many shortcuts, and think the point of life is to be saved.
But it ain’t…
I want you to prevent the things you can and will
Don’t let the microscopic bother hardly, none can touch the shell
You call a soul…
His support’s unstable,
she’s too fragile to tell.
She thinks he’s far fetched cause he progresses so well.
He secretly trusts his doubt, blaming his experience, mistakes his intellect for old age and more experience. She holds on tighter making him believe his support is still stronger than his skill can achieve.
She tries to match his work and convince herself to stay but every step he makes towards perfection drives her trial away.
She can’t get mad so she acts out of silence.
She feels it’s the opposite of hurting her self confidence. He jokes about the consequence and plays it off as cute. Their relationship is beautiful~ their confrontation mute.
They settle for the surface, an emotion made of strain.
The closest they come to love is grieving each others pain.
Bottled up past, scared to face the wind that blows over the mask that covers what’s within. He can’t ask her to be what he can’t define.
He feels something’s missing,
she feels it’s just time. Her spine is her problem, the mind is his.
Logic isn’t educated in living a lie with someone you obsess,killing your comfort by refusing to stress their best quality as passing a test.
I guess it’ll subside later on down the line but,
for now, this is a problem.
His support’s unstable,
she’s too fragile to tell.
She thinks he’s far fetched cause he progresses so well.
He secretly trusts his doubt, blaming his experience, mistakes his intellect for old age and more experience. She holds on tighter making him believe his support is still stronger than his skill can achieve.
She tries to match his work and convince herself to stay but every step he makes towards perfection drives her trial away.
She can’t get mad so she acts out of silence.
She feels it’s the opposite of hurting her self confidence. He jokes about the consequence and plays it off as cute. Their relationship is beautiful~ their confrontation mute.
They settle for the surface, an emotion made of strain.
The closest they come to love is grieving each others pain.
Bottled up past, scared to face the wind that blows over the mask that covers what’s within. He can’t ask her to be what he can’t define.
He feels something’s missing,
she feels it’s just time. Her spine is her problem, the mind is his.
Logic isn’t educated in living a lie with someone you obsess,killing your comfort by refusing to stress their best quality as passing a test.
I guess it’ll subside later on down the line but,
for now, this is a problem.
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