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Ponders by GRIMEANDSLIMECO.
Am I runnin' to or from somethin'?
I should be walkin' and singin' songs,
wise enough to do no wrongs.
Each step should be towards the light,
oh I've been lost, walking with spite,
oh why did I do this to my life?
But we are not here to regret,
truth I will keep, lies I will forget,
when my head barks, it will be met,
with fortitude, understandin' and patience instead.
No more slip slidin' on the back of the snake,
my mind to be a master of pleasure and pain,
from anger and hate it must certainly disdain,
this beast must be tamed, chained and left slain.
Hatin' anythin' is to hate apart of the universe,
that'll leave you torn and forever cursed,
your mind like a tumour, a cancer on the earth.
Time to let the world flow through me,
as a river returning to the sea,
so that calm and purity may yet stream through me,
and I'll be as runnin' water, healing the world...you'll see.
The artist makes a sacrifice to their soul...
creativity from the life and death of ideas,
to birth and kill emotions ,
the mind forever re-creating itself.
The artist dies alive so that they may offer inspiration,
to perhaps awaken others,
a bright light, yet walking dead.
The artist is a colourful zombie roaming the world.
Well my friend, is it the end?
It may have been over for a while now my friend,
so a burning building now, don't really mean shit to me,
we've had towers of gold and marble crumble by the hands of 'we',
so...is it the end my friend?
We've gone from gold to silver to bronze then steel,
now we live in plastic, none of this shit is real,
so we enter the age of dirt, we've had our last meal.
Back to the earth, back to our den,
as souls we rest, ready to rise again,
to build great monuments for our children,
and they will rest and live in them,
until it's time, to burn them down again.
Well is it the end?
No, not yet my friend,
we are simply living in the age of man.