Every.
You gotta live it.
Every minute, every second, every little bit.
Every moment, every sound, every little thing.
It's like this one time.
I called my boy out for a joyride
He said he's got school, and work, and res-pon-si-bi-li-ty.
Where's the life?
Joy is a principle, and this just made my joyride killjoy.
I asked my girl, why do you do the things you do and want the things you want.
She looks at me and rages, clashing like the storms of her own deeply rooted lies and blindsided illusion those delusions that wind and bind and blind her mind
No one ever asks for too much
A minute, a moment, a second chance.
How often do we give it up? Give in? Or take a stance?
We move and we groove we jive and we thrive
To the beat of our beings.
And I ask myself
And I ask all of you
What is in this man, in this life, in this moment, in this...
Being.
In this minute, in this moment
With every second and every bit and every word and every sound and all this life still there to live
Get your head out of books and things
The future is waiting and you don't gotta rush
It'll catch up, it'll take you, it'll ruin-you-for-life
It'll turn ya, churn ya, burn ya...till there's nothing left
The future's waiting, so why rush?
Burying yourself in books and res-pon-si-bi-li-ty and wearing this mask this face this look this grace this facade...of who you really are
Who you really could be, wanna be, should be
Missing out on every minute, every moment
Every second, and every little bit and thing
Where. is. the. life. we. all. should. have.
Where we are reminded constantly of the things we once were and we're the things we once lost
Time. Time to wake up and look around, cuz that's when you realize.
You gotta live it.
And the wind brought Clive @ 12:50 AM
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