Blue Cue Cards
Is this war
Is this life?
Is it the core?
Is this what we came for?
More and more:
Pain and sorrow,
A journey and a hard knock
Life coined: the dual forces
Of reality, from steady grounds to earth quakes...
Strange clouds to fogs,
Man its cold when hit The bottom!
Blues and oceans flows
Sharks so scary, and whales
Those giants but swimming
All the way up, from feeling numb
To counting numbers
And they infinite...
Like the number 8, twisted vertically
Not that you have to be twisted
But you gotta let go!
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