I'll try and pass the carrots
If Buddha would just touch my hand
Real on imaginary actions
The fork could hardly pierce roots
So thick with age
The tell tale stage, once awaken
Now it's better when baked
Butter in between a few
Better remember the difference between you
The last you
I saw and the new one that called
Days past but the orders the same
Lies last when feelings are supposed to
The two deck it out anyways
Because there can only be one
The truth and the try
The months that passed as we just sighed
I'm no middle man but I better plan to hold back a few hands
But mostly its just words
They think they mean something in the burbs
They think they hold power
They hold less then flowers
They mean a mess but don't float
Lost in last second
This firmly lit picture
Put between binding
Your between brides
Mountainous eyes drove home the answer
Through a small wave of gnats
Flown in your personal space
Mostly between your eyes and ears
The friends that are just a presence
Swallow up your senses
Who is going to drive me home now?
No one in better shape
The shape of a grape
The taste in a shower
The momentum of clearance
The depth in a collection of memories
The waste of actions and the sight of a face
Tempered humility winded looking over a cliff
Sees two years already old
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