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new lives born out of gold bunkers
and that would be more likely

turf to grass would be an improvement

so I can burn down everything before me

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the thought that it's not finished
and too perfect to be so
but to strike it with a hammer
would be too fitting an end

so at what point do you wait?
let it flourish and become a tree
burn it down and let it roam free
the lions will never hold a trophy
you can never know the answer

is that the beauty of it?
the feeling of never being enough
soft hands touch or shatter
glass nails on granite palms from brick skies above

have you seen the earth outside your tunnel vision?
tempt your medications to dance
god it's so cold in there
like an old split planet
broken across the stars
new lands forming out of old chunks

garbage piles up in the last bedroom
lost pillows and feathers tarnished
where sleep goes to die, or better, live
for every dream you can't "lucid" out of

got so sick of trends I snapped my hip
proper nouns are great for hacking the systems
should I hoist my torch for the best new vested interest?
in what way does it hurt who?
throw my guts on the floor and watch them crawl up
onto the walls we put between each other
there's no greater reward for growing up
than the cold harsh uncaring winter of stagnation
decades pass like seconds for some
how do I refuse the innate?
shape my future into a glass sculpture
look into its mirror, watch me turn into everything I hate

love keeps its nuisance over theirs
the walls I've built around its heart
what none can penetrate can't hurt me
what no one understands can't keep me from learning
before I stop, become a god
turn the tables into rail spikes
cast your vote for blue and silver
pray for sort of upward movement

and lands to earth
a chance to fail
benefit from mistakes made
but that would make too much sense

so what does any of this matter?
throwing process at a wall
fuck a chunk of a decade, I don't want to make plans
let things happen around me
cause what do I have to lose through zero?
what can't I cancel out with a phase?
is my true self hidden in the ferns?
is there a flame that always burns?

so I can burn down everything around me
and after me
and inside me
and outside me
and you

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from Fuck Your Process Throw Your Life At A Wall, released March 3, 2023

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