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reblogged from: smashedMOËT
CAT STEVENS - Tuesday’s Dead
Indeed, for it is wednesday.
i <44444 my girlfriend bebi
All the things in this world today
who has time to work
when there is so much to play
mother i missed your call /
for it is only nature of the human learning
from the fall
father,
father of david,
father of time,
i love you as well
though you may not understand the rhyme /
this is solid,
this cell of solitary confinement
that wordz put in need some definement
close my lid
put the first shovel full of fresh dirt
on this solitary cell of wood /
Just when it hurt, though
we never thought it would
Just these feelings that
again belong to nature’s
human
though when i speak with these
drums, strings, and things
writing on beat yet who can keep up with a song of life that is so complete /
There are 2 types of matter when it comes to the
nature’s humans
there is the wheat that feeds
and the weeds that bleed
consistently
working their way through the heat
yet only one we can eat /
There is no such thing as defeat
or time
only such things in this moment matter
such as this rhyme /
i would lie if i told you there was no plan,
this one is called
modern day man
just another modern day man
just another day man
just another man
One hundred thousand sun rises these eyes have seen,
a thousand days with nothing going on in between /
there comes a time
where time becomes irrelevant
hatred becomes prevalent
cultural differences become
surprising similarities /
where am i
asked someone stuck in place on this greenish blue
looking thing falling through space /
not an answer for lightyears so
with a reassuring nod he mustered
up his faith
screamed at the stars
“what now god?!” A smile
came across his cheeks
a foul move was his next
as he started counting
seconds,
minutes,
sheep,
and weeks.
Started putting things together that had no value and
attempted to make them valuable, he wrapped this
with paper
atop it was a ribboned bow / he died and left his curse to
his son as the seed that he had sown his son out
of confusion died from the first anxiety attack
from counting to infinity and all the way back /
numbers never did any persona any good it was all about that
first question, what do i do with my life?? One
generation stopped counting and restarted
amounting valuable
communities . /
