Its just that time of the year for your cleanse
Pull every nerve together to neglect anything and everything
Even the monsters and the gods
Let us all strum our music to your monumental moment.
Gave up count but all I know
It is good to be me
No need for a maniacal diet
Herein lies no real solution
And if it sounds like double talking jive,
is not that the same as all of your
end over end automated moments?
Now that we're opened up and torn
Why not confuse the land and circle ourselves into contentment?
I can accomplish contentment with a shrug of the shoulders, a wink and a smile
And meet you anytime in between
Assuming there is no schedule involved...
Nothing is "popular" when the windows are down and the radio is on.
"Was that heaven tonight?"
"No my dear, it was just beautiful delight."
Check your shoes...they are still tied.
Herein lies a little thing that those who now know have seemed to taken the time to forget
And those that have no clue will one day find out and eventually forget
Herein lies everything that nothing knew and everything was about
And all that was known was discarded and
never strewn about
"She made a simple gesture of mine seem so divine...who was I to argue."
Every moment's in the blood.