On This I Stand
On this I standTwo sets of footprints placed ahead of the dirt softened from tear dropsAnd overlooking the earth as the son of the moonprotected by a forcefield of pure thought.. On this I standA rally of unemployed disgruntled words spawned from long journeys through somewheresomewhere that only causes me pain as I strain my soul crammin it with (light?)so I could bring some there.I bleed the blood of a cold stone that roams without a shadowI'm only deep enough to realize that I'm shallowMy head I keep it up but its hard to keep it straightwhen you don't believe in love,and you just cant cope with hateMetal rust, leaves turn into dust,as the difference between love and lust clarifies as trustif you only had an hour to sum your whole life upwould you spend that hour sayin that an hour ain't enoughI've escaped the shell that bound me to cowardnessnow I'm faithful to the wind but compared to it I'm powerlessthe first step was made, and it was a fair accomplishmentthe pond was sittin still, so I threw a rock in itand as my reflection rippled it all became clearthe seasons always change so there's no reason for fearwe made an autobiography of our pivotal yearsits all I got and I'm giving it you because I careSee, a lot of the time humans as artists exist in a self-projected state of falsehoodwere either too close to our image to stay objective in our perception,Letras de cancionesor too far away to be subjective in any matterthis only widens the void in social conformityintroduced to our souls at birth and so I write.I don't write without the intention of objectivityor attention on the imagebut only as an omni directional bridgebetween the several (floating, tunnel structured?)realities present in comprable space and time.see I don't write for the future,I write about the future, for the presentI write with my past, about the future, for the present.On this I standThe oasis of a limbo adjacent to my generation, facing out the windowwaiting for some ventilation, patient while the wind blowsgraceful in its demonstration, overall innovation.On this I standA fountain of youth sovereignty, (found in?) 1000 syllables more than a pound of fleshdeep breath of achievement, a dream and a wake up callanother haul of the quest.On this I standAnother loved civilization.On this I standThe purity of creation.On this I standA paradigm for self.On this I standI thank you for your help.On this I standMy first born child.On this I standSomething for now.On this I standLife, love, death and hate.On this I standAn album, glad you could relate. Peace...
From Letras Mania