Glass bottom boat showed me ocean
Glass bottom floor showed me cellar
Glass bottom bottle showed me mirror
Glass bottom answer showed me question
Glass bottom heart showed me compassion
Glass bottom life showed me sorrow.
Glass bottom love showed me broken.
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I can feel the world in my lungs. Breathe with me....
The finer components of eloquence have always eluded me,. And laughably so as I soon came to see,. And never yet have I managed to hold in my hand, a beautiful sunbeam or a fine grain of sand,.
You know, I didn't realise this steeple was so high, And I am still climbing, ever climbing guys, 5 months and 236 long hard steps, And me with all these crazy words in my head And I suddenly realise...
Life is like a picture frame Fill it up and sign your name But...
Can you stay up for the weekend And blame God for looking too old Can we find all that you stand for Has been replaced with mountains of gold You cannot dream yourself to notice To feel pain and...
Jack, do you want to know. Do you want to know a secret. A secret told by a little boy. A little boy called Life, sitting. Sitting in a field I know, sleeping. Sleeping in a wild flower meadow.
Do you ever wish You could have a blank page. Fresh and white and clean, Pure Spotless Blotless, each stain removed Sinking back into the parchment it had spoiled.
If I in heart and I in mind. Go swiftly through the trees. And I in heart and I in mind. Let bracken snap and birds scree,. If I in heart and I in mind. Follow Sense's plea,.
Within Tattered mindsets, pre-recorded joy. An ilustrious illusion of false elation brews. Cautiously observing routines of a daily reality. Never changing that predetermined fantasy.
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