It all goes on, uninterrupted.
A heart shaped volcano erupted.
Your town of Pompeii didn't know what to say,
That's how I learnt you got burned.
Soil is crumbling, somehow Atlantis is alive,
No more struggling, you are here to hear it all arrive.
Breathe in circles, peace is heard,
Feed the journals, vision blurred.
See in purple, free the birds.
It's non-verbal, so leave the words
The statues are finally weeping,
Those secrets you've kept are worth keeping.
Library of leaves, written in soil,
The water only cools after it’s boiled.
Always wondering, see the grand canyon in your hand.
No more stumbling, blades of grass carve the sacred land.
Soil is crumbling; disappear if you feel the need
Always humbling, to cook a meal or bring a mouth to feed
Paint acrylics, we envisage,
Aim our spirits towards the village,
Fallen gimmicks, ego spillage,
Pointless lyrics, random image
Bring me truth on a plate, just give me another take!
You'll never escape the present you make
If what has past is dead, then come be here instead.
You'll never escape the present you make
The wind is blowing, the water's blowing,
The fire's growing; the earth is showing you … what it’s always done
Are you late… or am I early?
End it all, prematurely
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