Why brush or broom when, with a breeze, you can clear the room? Freeze that sneeze behind your eyes it’s no surprise your head will go boom! A foreign word is what you heard on the train to Marakesh. Don’t fall in to a world of sin, you’ll burn inside your flesh. A gentle nod, a prayer to God, not days spent alone; a love of your own, peace, solace, and eternal love. Some love is fleeting, not worth repeating, others are like an angel from above. As for what’s next—you’ll send me some text and it will magically appear in a box in my pocket.
Pocket boxes are a future wave, if you want one for yourself, you’ll have to behave. Sailing the wild sea on a dried and treated tree. Not much room for you and me, but we’ll travel until we’re free, from the aft of this drafty raft. Lots of time to think means ranging away from the old thoughts, greasy thoughts, poetic thoughts, or even wrong thoughts, but it can also mean—rabbit holes! Dive into the info on the screen, there’s a world of knowledge up in that scene. Ask questions to get there faster, now who’s your master? It’s the fuel, it’s the gas, it’s reducing intrinsic mass. It’s lift, it’s thrust, it’s about leaving a trail of dust. Button in the bucket, wig on the bust. The kittens are savage, there’s no bone they won’t ravage. When it’s time to take a hike, don’t drop the mic—it doesn’t belong to you.
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