Insane Thought
Insane with the lights, mental with colours, my logic will surprise, silver surf to my prize, time being one big disguise, teaching me on a misguid, my belief may be just grief
27 percent universal dark matter per gent, take it in like a persian, earhquake then I ran, blairs charitable style until I went deeper to the sad truth, showed me the fountain of youth, foundation make up, put all over my booth.
there was no need to hide, flashing lights to scare, shining bright on my nightmare, blinking despair, thinking this pair just needed one clue, touched down with the very few
went lower as I couldnt fly, broke down barriers, just by wondering why
Questioning help, now I'm unparrelleled, not symmetrical either, two sides that seem to dig deeper, asking me if I'm a keeper.
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