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How do you pursue a goal stolen by fate?
When often times it blurs the lines
That cross between love and hate.

Rocks fall to river bottoms with little that they can do,
Set to be placed in ordinary space
Somewhere between me and you.

That gravity pulls at what we do
Like rocks to the ocean floor.

With much dismay I cannot obey
For ideas have eyes which seek and despise
The law which nature so forcefully implies.

But minds may wonder still,
And find themselves in places free
Where the power to be
Permeates the powers that define me.

Sink or swim,
When your skin is the weight things tend to deteriorate.
Unless it is in the ocean where you dwell,
And less oxygen is the addictive drug enhancing the spell.

Snort the lines of conventional decay
And see our future grim,
For it is a lack of gravity known as destiny
That carries us within.

Shooting stars hit no wind
While leaves get thrown about,
Stick to the plan of our Uncle Sam
And dreams get knocked the fuck out.

What do you see when truths are spoken?
Scribbled in walls, stalls, slurred in high school halls,
Stick a needle in your arm
And inject some good old fashioned American thrill
To pay those bills.

Winds trade how appearances fade
The transition of man always near.
Disguised in a grin, pulling you in
Till the quick sands of society extends your stay indefinitely.

On corner streets
Among high steel feats
Words fly like roses die
In efforts to make you see,
That the image of beauty cannot nearly be the same
To those blinded by what may be.