Etiquette, they remind me, as I sit back down to rest.
Their voices like mirrors, an echo from my own.
Intake responses, when leveled with few.
2.67, or 2.22?
Potential does not rise, it is risen when through.
The principles surround me, I've brought them to school.
Where seven once sat, so cryptic and clueless,
I know posses, suspending the nooses.
Each one is slack, none in it's glory.
The loop hole is made,
yet you avoid it so boldly.
Each day that you will it,
it stretches it's story.
A beautiful tale, so full but so lonely.
I key made of light,
it's points always glowing.
The crops full of light, a vision of owning.
Each day is mine,
each morning you're free.
Each day with me,
is another you live.
No promises are wicked,
all I promise is myself.
With a moment hidden deep within my eyes,
that does release the life which is hidden,
working endless time.
I would waste not to say it,
In truth I cherish the remind.
Discontinue confidence,
My confidence is wine.
That which sails through the oceans of mine,
is set with such courses like clouds without line.
As slaves pick the cotton from skies,
the wool is provided from over their eyes.
Their voices like mirrors, an echo from my own.
Intake responses, when leveled with few.
2.67, or 2.22?
Potential does not rise, it is risen when through.
The principles surround me, I've brought them to school.
Where seven once sat, so cryptic and clueless,
I know posses, suspending the nooses.
Each one is slack, none in it's glory.
The loop hole is made,
yet you avoid it so boldly.
Each day that you will it,
it stretches it's story.
A beautiful tale, so full but so lonely.
I key made of light,
it's points always glowing.
The crops full of light, a vision of owning.
Each day is mine,
each morning you're free.
Each day with me,
is another you live.
No promises are wicked,
all I promise is myself.
With a moment hidden deep within my eyes,
that does release the life which is hidden,
working endless time.
I would waste not to say it,
In truth I cherish the remind.
Discontinue confidence,
My confidence is wine.
That which sails through the oceans of mine,
is set with such courses like clouds without line.
As slaves pick the cotton from skies,
the wool is provided from over their eyes.