February 11, 2020

The Shape Of Things

sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do
in the name of holy self-preservation
the shape of things is always changing
circles turn into squares, squares into triangles, new into old
if you can conquer yourself you are the greatest warrior
you don’t need a gun or knife for that major
sometimes the best music is the one only you can hear
marching to the beat of your own drummer--cymbals crashing
ebb and flow it’s what it’s all about PISH! SPLISH! SPLASH!
the tides come and go everyday on the beach RRRRSSSSSSHH!
just be and let the universe do its thing 
you don’t have to be anything you don’t wanna be
get rid of the wants in your rucksack
wants weigh a lot like oven fired bricks 
rituals are rituals and don’t necessarily mean a thing
symbols are just symbols crashing down to the floor 
you don’t have to be a diamond, but don’t be a piece of dirt
don’t be too high--don’t be too low, keep it between the guardrails
what’s on top now will be on the bottom one day 
the bottom will rise and touch the golden skies

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