We are bestowed by silence
creating life with bad experiences
exercising rights, it’s our right
to be silence
here to be deaf
the mystery
in our actions
that shows us our history
repeated
recruit more of ourselves
onto a white sheet of paper
and give it color
draw someone drawing someone
drawing someone
put a line across
so that we can get to the other side
the blinking lights in the sky
keeps man thinking
who is up
and how far down we are
teaching breathing to the lung
and muscle to be strong
refusing to consume nutrition
because it’s not proper
it’s for the indigenous
today the mind will not wake
refusal of the ignition
nothing will burn
but we die when fire is born
We die with water in our lungs
we die singing the song
Blup, blup, blup
And after the passing is when we lived
because that is the meaning of life
“to have experienced”
so once more, we graduate
but man cries at my wake
They know they will be missed
but pour champaign for my success
can’t be self, don’t be a fish
don’t be both
because they will rest in peace
if It’s all the same,
peace will rest in us
they still live
but to see us, we must look into
our memory
then we can laugh at what they did
and cry at what did us
The end of a part of us
Reach for the cognac
Sip the dry wood tasting liquor
Then muscle it
So that I can bottle it up
He now controls his feelings
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