This Place

There's all this time lost in the fog
and you can die laughing, crying, or singing a song.
If you lived near a waterfall, could you hear it for long?

The strong and weak hearts, neither understand.
And the lights get brighter in this wild land,
but the simplest sight still stands.

Birthmarks and lakes of wine
Benzo dreams linger on
Breathing deep keeps us online
Believe in the pictures we draw

She would torture her soul with endless thinking,
chase that rabbit round' the track without blinking.
And they say the evenings are for heavy drinking.

How much of life is work, when you don't get paid?
We need to convince others not to lie to get laid.
Why stay bitter to those who've never had a Touch of Grey?

Birthmarks are lakes of wine
Benzo dreams linger on
Breathing deep keeps us online
Believe in the pictures you draw

Throw some electrolytes into this dark cosmos.
I've lost the thing I deserve the most,
so empty out your fanny pack and propose a toast.

Love rattles like a ride uphill on a bike while very drunk.
The harmonica howls, drums entrance,and the bass goes kurplunk.
Go gift your neighbor, brother, or stranger out of a funk.

Birthmarks are lakes of wine
Benzo dreams linger on
Breathing deep keeps us online
Believe in the pictures we draw

We all fall, rise, and hold our own dose of grace.
Color, shape, texture, nor expression make a face.
A big designed mankind cartoon, lots of possibilities in this place.

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