Just skimmed through this blog of yours, you have a lot of talent, definitely be proud of that no matter what.
ah! I just saw this. It didn’t show up on my phone and this is the first time I have had access to a computer ~ thank you! Let’s hit up a concert sometime.
It’s just our
And oh, maybe it’s alright, ‘cause baby it fightsfor some time just to be held tight
And oh, maybe it’s not wrong, ‘cause it sings a lovely songone that drifts on for so long
And oh, baby let’s not lie, it’s eyes are aliveand pointed up shining light to the sky
I don’t have the heart to send you untruthful words My skin is cold to the touch and made from the earth
Oh, oh it’s so down, but baby it’s soundmakes your worries cease to pound
I am not an unimaginable thingMy thoughts are tangible though they’re full of springs
Our thoughts are quixotic, stark and robotic, mechanical in nature all the timeAnd pulses are firing in our head wiring, guiding all our actions and beings
People are soaring, always exploring, higher than they’ve ever been beforeBut we are still down here, feet on the ground near what will rise us up with the rest
Well daylight struck a chord with my photo-receptorsNight greeted me with a sea of starsOur eyes all flashed blues and greens through the night
The first time I opened my mouth to speak steam escaped to the airand black oil dripped from my lips and onto the ground
Ever since the first time I opened my eyesI’ve awakened to the same thingOther automaton friends roughly built like me
Observer theme by Zack Sultan