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Fun Boy One
Contributed by
unknown_utopia
on
Friday, 15th December 2017 @ 12:40:53 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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I do not remember
how it all began
though I am trying
my best to understand
I never surrendered
when the pressure was on
they can do what they want
I have no need to belong
I do not know
what day it is
no need for texting no need for calls
on the dolo needing nothing at all
put aside my aqualung
and the smoking gun
I am just EZ riding
fun boy one
I do not recall
what my malfunction was
All the haters I ignore
I have no need for that kind buzz
down in a frown is over
I fly so high
I reach the sky
caressing the music of heaven
as the bittersweet symphony dies
emotional torture
yes you are history
you are in my rearview
(screech)
I am EZ riding and feeling free
no need to remember
why I had to pick myself up again
all I need to do
is melt into this equilibrium happening
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Re: Fun Boy One
(User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on
Saturday, 16th December 2017 @ 07:57:24 PM AEST
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Would that we could all billow in the hurricane, and go with the flow. Mans nature is to rail at the normal, and you remind us that we have an option that is much less painful.
Change is inevitable, but fighting it is useless. Thank you for your reminder during this stressful pre-holiday season when we tend to ask too much of ourselves.
All together everyone...breathe!
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Re: Fun Boy One
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 17th December 2017 @ 02:43:10 AM AEST
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sanity just a crawl space
perhaps a tiny tube to nestle into
the boy the fun, the one
who win, who thought they might
won, a prize, and for what,
why, where, who cares
Just a nice space to think
more clear sits you
And that/'/s a cool poem!
Peace! |
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