::: The Ecstatic :::

I've been in waterfalls
Ones that cascade till lids fall dormant
The rules of the escape

Heard of words that speak beautiful
Like reciting illustrations of mr. magnificent
Will no longer stick

Believe that freedom is foreign to many
That's why the cocoon stays
Blazes it's glory to spite its own destiny

Skies fell apart, descended
Swept away into gravity, and kept returning
The way it has been

The pen had an aroma of soil, death
Failures, unions, burning and guts
The beginnings in last calls

Witnessed this life
On pause and on rewind
Still shots running rampant with perfection

It's... magic
Or
The ecstatic

Written by: ~ Kevin J

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