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Safe – Nosaj Thing
These are the lost hands that wrote my future.
The lost feet that are my ship.
Navigator’s lost the compass and we’re unsure,
but I’ll keep these sails taut til they rip.
I breathe in my chest and I shoot from the hip.
A world of mistakes are mine to make.
Mine to create.
I shake em loose
and ingest them willingly.
because there’s no soul in living blissfully.
I flee in my rest, and I shoot from my lips.
Connor, death is ever present.
every day’s a day gone on.
You’ve still got some time.
Some days to hear death’s song.
Sailing’s fine and living is nice and if
nothing’s nothing til I try it
I’ve got play to work
and a song to find it.
I teethe at the breast, and I’m food in the crypt.
I peak at the crest, and I sail til they rip.
Image – Abri_Beluga
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