We’re oft afraid, think paths are laid, but never do we know what’s next. We say we know, even though, we can’t tell the font from text. There exists a rhyme to life, rhythms we don’t understand. And yet if let to devices, it will hold you, hand in hand.
Never have I ever known a truth to be more than that: true. Truth is what dictates the state that all exist in – me and you. Some will say that sure, today, they’re the “x”” to your ask: “y”? But things that last, they have no past, they have but one thing: simply try.
Rhythm is the world to me. I say it often; still agree. There’s no ware from here, nor there, that makes me think things differently. All incurred, it is for her, passwords say the same damn thing. “‘Tis a fight until there’s light though mine was lost inside this ring.”
Fight for cause when gloves are off, know that there’s no backing down. Ne’er forget the things they let you turn into a hallowed ground. Feel the breeze on bended knee, take a breath, and look around. Forget the cost, you are not lost. Embrace this life, without a crown.
How the World Should Work 