Passing Fancies

You can take the boy out the universe and never get reciprocal

But these indigenous rhymes are way beyond time

I feel my heart stop and start up

Within the same breath I could depart us

And if I go quietly, then I'm smiling

But let's make noise miles before then

Days wasted will contribute to your rapture

Strapped with 10 years plus a day for every heart I capture

Crowds are asking if I latch the truth to my masters

And the truth is I live for every lyric I can master

Let the waves crash, ears feel erosion

I'm a locomotive moving with the motion of the ocean

While my foundation thins out, everything is in-house

This ain't monopoly but I'll change the game

Make amendments to the name, take the dollars then I'll dip out

These words diminish scriptures kiss tradition goodbye

Risking hope for the coax of a whisk in the sky with these

Passing fancies

You know these things will never keep in the rain

Got the neptune blues everything is a game

Just make sure to stay sane

Don't get caught up

Shout outs to the old guy at the shell station

For letting me keep his pen

So I could write these verses tonight

Much love

I'm feeling black holes pulling at my skull

They say I'm morbid but I still have control

A moment never dull, got a whole lot of enemies here

But none are serious to try to breach the hull

My voice lights and nullifies the skies from this gravity

A craft that I'll happily describe sans vanity

Everything is after the fact

I've never lived a day in my life without asking for it back

Time is short if you stay foolish

Choose the wrong crew and you'll be met on the moon with too few tulips

Blue as neptune and still clueless yet I shoot for the stars and the shoe fits

A boy doesn't stand a chance amidst misdemeanors and vicious christenings

Like it's one or the other, middle ground would never sit with these

"Sometimes I wish I could forget to leave them breathless" said death

Restless souls resting on his necklace

Bench-pressing purgatory, heaven in the stretches

Coals burn my feet, leaving hell in the trenches

Swag like dante (never thought I'd say that, but sometimes words are just things for you to take back)

Look back to see if you can mend a few bridges

Only to keep yourself on the bend of two hinges