Would it be easier back then?
Creating a huge movement yet expecting to do so
To launch, to break, to survive
Impulse instead of resistance
It is not that Im even interested
Its just the path that I either discover or create
I dont know, not even about the fog I care much
Its not like Im stepping on mud to the knees
Waiting for a piece of metal to go through my head
Yet somedays I want to hear the bones crack
Of course those are not mine
I certainly wont hear where I am
If I didnt know better I would say its all fantasy
Yet I do and I know its the fuel to consume
Conquest, and you dont ask why.
I do can live whatever I want
Like nothing, then contemplate
The mystic powers and the adventurous sense
I wouldnt believe she could dry and manipulate the life of others
If I didnt see it myself, though its probably, a chain of events
So when it met my grey, everything went inverse
It actually makes sense, me not being me would have been death
On the contrary, she was made
Oh, I so much regret, not her nor the lust, but the process
Realizing now, I feel so frail, lost and out of my way
And there is nothing to come back
At least I had floor under my feet, but now
Im not scared of falling though
I nowdays tend to brag about myself
Then I come here and there is not much to do
I think, drink, contemplate
And her, I used to never think about it
But she does, looks, is, like me, perhaps
Or a weird mix, yet the elements are there
Thats likely the reason we never, mmm
Touch, stare, or ask
As long as one exists, the thought of the other is assumed
Its so bothersome to believe otherwise
And theres no reason to do as well
Oh, she is different, I dont know if she has noticed
Nor cared to figure it out
She does think too much too yet
When she finally moves
She grew too fast, I wonder if she can realize her own strength
She keeps breaking stuff, I dont think she cares
That makes us very different
She, doesnt calculate, either arrogance or the lack of need
Most likely both, and she is not cold
Because she doesnt need to lie
She doesnt play any mind games, she doesnt have to
I was educated to value the skill more than anything else
The invisible sword of the emperor
Meanwhile she will tell you the truth
Then overcome disadvantage by crossing the river, the forest, the hills
To go back at you and punch you in the face
Yes, she is that stubborn, that, naive, and strong
Then she would laugh, telling she was right
Thats probably what happens when youre born without fear.
After everything, I dont know what I want out of me
So I tell you that you can do whatever you want
The end of a conquest, of a Prince without a Princess
The King has stepped aside to live his secret life, and the Queen
Oh, the Queen, its too late, isnt it?
She sealed the fate with her age
Unless I lose it and I drag her casket across the land
Forgetting to let go, because I cannot face the else
Else that is the center, and the inside oh so deep.
I cant believe it actually didnt happen
Though I havent for a while, therefore I am here, with her
I prepared a long time ago, from the very first reject
From the very first time, the decision and the path were made
From Mother to Son, Im just sad because I wish it was more
And you cannot buy time, what I had wasnt enough
And you, your skin smells so new
What will you do about grey?
So young and already deeply scarred
What does your sense of adventure taste like?
I do not cry for her, because I prepare for the same fate
Funny, how it makes me feel alive.
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Help me feed the birds!!
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