It's funny, it seems “more” is never enough.
The long end that rusts
Expand ones horizon, they advised us,
Though the end, we’ll never touch
And honestly, that's our goddamn commentary as such
As the Girth of “want” stretch beyond the reach of some
And it's often the least of us
Dependent on lease as much as the focus narrowly scratching the sheets of trust
A thin layer as thick as the fibs we chuck
So we relent, extending energy to what's nearest us
Hear that thump
You .. trying to jump start a career that sucks!
The sneer of some of the peers as they appear in luck studded links
Doesn't that make u think?
What's hard work to a leaf of four cloven things
Over. Under. Who cares, the bridge is reserved for the water under it
Or hell’s ember. Burning ships made of match sticks
Friends comes with the burden of madness
The laughs, the gest
Laughing just to ignore the sadder shit