So we pick up these wasted pens
And rub them against our throbbing fingers
So we start off with white
And turn nothing into words
...
A moment before you feel vertigo
Pulling at your insides you know
There's no way to hide from this-
Even a bold statement in enlarged font
...
I hope to one day change in the world in several aspects. :))
Once More
So we pick up these wasted pens
And rub them against our throbbing fingers
So we start off with white
And turn nothing into words
So we press in letter for letter
And relapse into the stories of our past
So we forget the clock tick-ticking
And force our tunnel vision straight ahead
So we sail to the future islands
And kick back melancholy memories
So we lose our sense of purpose
And bewilder all those around us.
So we fix our mistakes
And begin our lives again.