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And so it begins, our maiden voyage We start, launching glances, cannons, from across the room Pull anchor, casting off from walls we once docked We sail, setting
She doesn't like the rain It washes up what once was sunk Dodging drops, all in vain No, she doesn't like this rain The shore littered with memories, pain She buries them in sand, Grains of Time
If rays of light refract, rend rainbows, then surely I can make a change If salmon somehow stagger homeward, surely I can stay the course If men have trekked the might of mountains, surely I can rise above
Words are loaded, tongues are sharp speaking bullets, missing marks conversation in crossfire tensions like we're in trenches and still this isn't the hardest part Dropping bombs, explode, remark
"Won't you reconsider?" He said with a smirk I try not to quiver, He catches a jerk of the wrist, just a twitch, but enough to reveal the nerves, now induced, by the thought of His work
There's something to be said of the Man Divided To function with cogs not sync With one eye open while other blinks Only to look towards different directions Different directions, and he's but one vessel
It's hard deciphering secret agendas when I'm busy deconstructing every word you say. Depicting what you've yet to reveal, does that mean I have the upper hand, or am I simply playing into yours?