like the walls were caving in
and it made me wonder why I'm here
by all I love and all I fear.
Butterflies flew flying through
midnight moon and morning dew.
Dreams were shattered, split in two
and every breath reborn as new.
Simple flower, but it's hard to tend
and it withered then it died,
it was too much, too soon, too fast in bloom.
Sometimes pretty, sometimes ugly as fuck,
but all things come to an end
and by chance is born again
Circles spinning we're enclosed.
I'm vastly consciouss at the most.
Knowledge changes with the tides,
and truth may hide it's different sides.
Simple flower, but it's hard to tend
and it withered then it died,
it was too much, too soon, too fast in bloom.
Sometimes pretty, sometimes ugly as fuck,
The rivers bends their way to enter landscapes when
Straight lines leads into dead-ends
It's not insane to choose another way
Every silence certifies the sound
of life living everywhere...
