Lacking

Like I talk too much. I should just keep moving, Get my hoping up. Expectations futile like you feudal peasants as per usual. Surf across the seas, the waves aint that cruel. Use my tools to make something useful, im thinking necessary. I’d ask god, im posidon’s emissary. put down my cup, it’s a reliquary. My wine a relic, my wife angelic, I bet it, Oh how death is scary. But she’d be all of me, Until my cemetery. No nemesis. She said I love you once, So through war, i will remember this like veterans. Clutching pendants of everlasting sentiments. I stepdown supersonic, I can’t do no tentative. Like I talk too much. I should keep moving, Get my hoping up. Not the sky could be enough! Like I talk too much. I should keep moving, Get my hoping up. Not the sky could be enough! It’s never enough. It ain’t my greed, it’s what I need. I save my water for my seeds. I’ll make a model out my grief. Burn your face, I’m blowing steam. I’d be too hot if I could sing. God had to challenge me. Damn right they did it too, Im having trouble balancing. But the cage bird sings and rages with bars rattling. What I’ve made I’ve deemed wild with seldom saddling. But that’s me! I’m the guy to beat. even when I bleed, no retreat. Like I talk too much. I should keep moving, Get my hoping up. Not the sky could be enough! Like I talk too much. I should keep moving, Get my hoping up. Not the sky could be enough!