Whenever you move forward You leave a dream world behind Speak up? What do you think? How far? A definite amount if you talk about the earth Something apparently broken up by how far With seas and mountains And islands And highlands A Symbian of all that could be thrown together From the still boiling core To the shores of mild sea Filled with possibilities good or bad Your mind has them all From all the "ifs" To the "buts" of your riffs Will the blockade to dissolve In waters of your resolve There is nowhere to climb Nothing to break the rhyme Just the notion of free will Keeping all your shine All your energy to forge Something from nothing like a being thats divine Muster that thought which keeps buzzing in mind And craft a weapon that feels just sublime Something sublime! #kruelt
