It's super lonely here in the stratus
who'da thought a canvass could grant you your very own planet
Imagine words linked to think grand schematic madness
Sporting a euphoria lacked of panic
Brail smells nice to the blind
But it’s just gibberish to those finger tips of mine
Like... my lame life experiences
to ya’lls met goals of paramount pyramids
You can’t feel the bass of boo’s until you’ve tripped in my shoes
Through the muck of stuff I trudge with a black cat and a cracked mirror
Stirring to endless tears a life span of regret and fears
Soaring passed eons of equivocal rule
Schooling the duel between Aztec and treky’s
Suffering through what those pesky runts spawned
An extravaganza of gander clucking sweet nothings abroad the dawn
Some say the grass is greener on the other side
NO!
The grass is greener where you water it the most
So stay away from the sweet reekings of demonic platter
And don’t attend the paddle lifts bidding the four corners of your consciousness
SKATTER!

my new motto: Some say the grass is greener on the other side. NO! The grass is greener where you water it the most
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