i leaned in real close to see what was real
nothing left to hide, none to conceal
i thought i'd seen all of my efforts combined
left in the sun alone to unwind
with pages of words i wish i had said
ringing the alarm, ringing in my head
disorientation calming my constant shivers
floating whichever way this soft wind prefers
i'll follow this paradigm of distinct notions
so fearless in retrospect, so fluid in motions
but consumed by greed is this everyday consumer
folding his arms while the demons consume her
painting a portrait of the greatest achievement
the harder he thinks, the more he'll repent
casting dark shadows to coincide with the light
he is so thoughtful, he makes everything right
multiple meanings to this vague interpretation
but the same empty feeling with every translation
go higher, young dreamer with all your beliefs
up to where the sinners and peter will meet
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