Oceans Will Rise

Verse 1
C-unt multiplication overload
Surrounded by countless worthless souls
The worst position to be in is the middle
Some days I'm lifted up to taste the sun
But I'm usually dragged through meaningless storms
Headaches and heartaches are sometimes intolerable
And when I get that unspeakable urge
I convince myself to breathe
Through deep breathing, I'm reattached to my senses
Consciousness is my weapon of choice
In dealing with all matters real and true

Verse 2
Retro abilities with no desire for conformity
Vintage in undisposable ways
And on a quest for high quality
Navigating through trends and demands
While desperately trying not to fall apart
All I've got is within me
Still, I cling to things which are beyond my reach

Verse 3
The future is here and now
It requires a lot of attention
If I have enough guts and discipline
I'll partake in its rewards
But if I procrastinate
And immerse myself in popular ways
I'll constantly be running a race
To which I'll never be able to finish

Chorus
Oceans will rise
When every colour in my life reveals itself
I'll only have one choice to make
Prosperity or death
Oceans will rise
When every idea of mine collides with facts
I'll have to adjust myself
So that I may fit in with the truth

Written by B. (Tuesday, March 29, 2016)
Copyright 2016