Idk

Taste of words written for those who listen Forked tongues taste the better juice Yet feel the harsher fate when plates are filled With poison problems forked tongues will engorge with mediocrity and acts of simplicity To suffice themselves stupid Docile is the newest dance move Most of you know it by heart the hands of the abscent minded The arms of all lost art Desire seeming deceiving Seeing everything you've ever wanted Intangible dreams produce Manifestation Queens Feet fuel me forward to the door of destinations Finding my face again Patience with important paces Places appear forever changing Together with my thoughts I'm not alone here Fear is a mask failure wears to fight u The eyes of your enemy are your own despite you Flowers fall after it rains its blue The sun peaks thru the clouds silhouettes the shapes and hues Counting all the pieces of floating particles Floating weightlessly in the air spectacular Unimaginable number counted gazing and astounded Wondering past realms of ones existence Escaping the bonds of brainwashed bullchet Releasing the grip on the chain of no choice Finding the medium of the choas in ur voice Truth is never trivial, trial tested truth Decievers truth is tailored fit for ones selfish use