... at best is a passing breeze! Rest? What rest? There IS no rest... only lament for the moment to be... who ties the Gordian Knot, but the troubled soul doubling down? Who fills the sails with gusto and sweat? Which one initiated the pyre to start the flame eternal? You, you, and you!!! Knights awaken your spirit, dawn your cloaks, Spring is beckoning the eviscerating moment. Pause only to align, reflect not, as your shield has been forged. Rest? Yes, in dreams perhaps; only in moments of wakefulness yet the stream flows and your scoop to drink remains new as you, so rest? Ha, don’t be fooled by fantasy. Your life has passed that long ago. It’s a pick-up and go. There is no new! There is no continueum, only the moment, so do not abhor the night, or abate the dawn as mid-day bequates not more than less, so don’t hesitate to rise. Rise spirit rise, your lance is sharp, cloak here nor there, chevron unabated to your purpose. Spring is coming, Warrior, rise!
Rest to the Warrior Spirit...
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C?mon drift away through fundamental boundaries
To find ourselves surrounding
The ones who?ve already gone and come back stronger
All is numb
I?ve been lost too long
My fate?s been mistakenly chosen
All is numb
Yeah I?ve done you wrong
My fate?s been mistakenly chosen
Here you?ll stay
Where lies are spread wide open
And ties are not so strong
That place you?ll never find me
I?ve already gone
I guess my thinking too much is what?s been fuckin? me upComment
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C?mon drift away through fundamental boundaries
To find ourselves surrounding
The ones who?ve already gone and come back stronger
All is numb
I?ve been lost too long
My fate?s been mistakenly chosen
All is numb
Yeah I?ve done you wrong
My fate?s been mistakenly chosen
Here you?ll stay
Where lies are spread wide open
And ties are not so strong
That place you?ll never find me
I?ve already gone
I guess my thinking too much is what?s been fuckin? me up
Wait! Your him? Or he's you?Comment
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