Cycles

[Intro]
“You're growing up. And rain sort of remains on the branches of a tree that will someday rule the Earth. And that's good that there's rain. Clears the month of your sorry rainbow expressions. It clears the streets of the silent armies. So we can dance.”

[Verse 1]
In retrospect
They shouldn’t’ve tried to connect
With them, now they’re tryna collect
Their thoughts and tryna correct

Their faults, hope it ain’t too late
For that, weren’t tryna neglect
Themselves and create a wreck
Of them, to the point they reject

Their being in every aspect
Seeing their every regret
And all the things they infect
They can try, but can never forget

The past, but they can forgive
The present and try to accept
The future without tryna predict
Their course in its full effect

[Chorus]
Oh, life ain’t fair, so farewell
They fear they're lost in endless cycles of inner warfare
Hell, life’s unfair, so farewell
They feel like drownin' in a well ‘till they gasp for air

Yeah, life ain’t fair, so farewell
They fear they're lost in endless cycles of inner warfare
Hell, life’s unfair, so farewell
They feel like drownin' in a well ‘till they gasp for air

[Hook]
Gasp for air, gasp for air
Drowning in a well ‘till they gasp for air
Gasp for air, gasp for air
Gasp for air, gasp for

They gasp for air, gasp for air, gasp for air
Drowning in a well ‘till they gasp for air
Gasp for air, gasp for air
Gasp for

[Verse 2]
How come is it they have to fit in every mold and column
They don’t give a single fuck ‘bout blending in amongst them
Numb to the bone, down to every single atom
From ashes to ashes is a saying they have welcomed

More clashes and crashes, self-annihilation
Compassion’s gone, rationed, from fear they have fallen
Their own inaction dictates each and every of their action
Deflection’s the focus of the path they have chosen

No they cannot fathom the phantom
The shell of what they have become
Overthinking’s vain claims Occam
Keep on moving like the seasons

Just like leaves fall in the autumn
Like bees bear the flower’s pollen
And in the spring the trees blossom
Damn this poem is pretty solemn (Solemn)

[Outro]
Damn this poem is pretty solemn (Solemn)
Damn this poem is pretty solemn (Solemn)
Solemn, solemn
Damn this poem is pretty solemn