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Drying my feet in the ensuing turbulence
Cos I’ve just dipped my toes into a wormhole
I can’t quite believe what my eyes have witnessed
I’ve seen stone return to it’s fleshy form
As social fossils reanimate from the soil
Did the screams from the soul piqued their hearing
Gasping for air fighting against the cesspool’s tide
Become deaf to the group chat drama for but a moment

It goes no further then a snapshot in time
But in another life it’d serve as the prelude
To a 5 part symphony ringing through the halls
That ends with a parting nocturne outside your door
But not discredit the ringtone minuet currently occurring
Even the Nokia hardware would shake my soul
It’s the calling card left at the crime scene
Clueing me in, what I thought I lost, isn’t quite dead yet

If I blinked enough, I could trigger a hallucination
My skin would start looking fairer, my voice softer
And the only things that would exit these lips
Would be the passions I’ve carried with me
I know were I wanna go, I’m not lost just on a detour
Ambition given is ambition to be returned
Eye contact goes headlights as you start to perform
You know where you wanna go, you know how your getting there
The outlook surpasses greed and nothing shows our youth more
Mrs. Roosevelt would christen us as great indeed

The last 4 years suddenly feel invalidated
I slipped into stasis for a spell while the time kills
Now I’ve slipped back into my suit
I’ve returned to a boy of 20 years
When I’m so close to abandoning my soil
Maybe this has all become a sign?
That I’m not leaving home, oh no
I’m coming home world!

Sebastian Noël

Strats

A cacophony of cheers and guffaw
With the bare minimum of effort
The meek clashing pints with serial killers
Like rain drops falling and grass growing
Insane in the eyes of the sane
But they’re in triple digits, while I remain with the one
That makes me re-evaluate my odds
Who’s the truly mad one here?

I weigh up all the dialogue trees
It’s never just ‘Howdy, how’s it going?’
They take to your honey coated wingspan
And suddenly thugs and lords are banging at your door
It’s probably best to ferment in the void
Treat my free time like crown jewels
So they see my appearance like a Bigfoot sighting
Keep the invitations a V.I.P basis

Lnc0