** Farewell, Renaissance


It has always been hard to rise to the top like cream
So today the world is filled with princes and thieves
Haters and sailors who care not for other people's believes
And even the most noble and lovable isn't really who he seems

That's why we need to be careful as we balance on the beam
We have to focus simply to not getting dropped off of the stream
And when the light-hearted men come 'round to gather the pieces of dreams
Who'll be left to postulate the axioms of the movements of the seas?

Aspects of different individuals are nothing less than crystals
Brilliant, jagged crystals on an LCD-display
Thoughts and feelings of omnipotent beings may leave us in dismay
Are not we always afraid of what we cannot?

And what we cannot, we cannot do or think, we can't be killed from it
But sensing something else is the closest method of being it
It's simply a topographical process of getting rid of merit
Like a starstruck actress in a play that was written well after she died to it

When designers collapse into each other
We forget their colours
They have no more hues
No more textures than the others
Thus they leave their own presence
And forget their own names
They no longer realize
They're trying to create new sames

And the more we try to live in reality, a political insanity
We forget to dream, we just walk inside a shimmering profanity
There will be a calamity, a sea-whore with horns and femininity

Airstrikes inside bubbles
Lost men without lucidity

And from here I glance at the Western Seaboard...I see nothing but villains and knaves doing their jobs...
Backpackers, beggars, nomads and Early Bobs fleeing from the sight of seagulls in their
Homes of Avant Garde
Flashing metal objects at each other in hope to get notices, in hope to leave a mark...

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