La belle epoque
La Belle Epoque
LA BELLE EPOQUE
a ballad that's at about 9/11 parts at the moment
of what love does to a person. to a world
to an existance. which begins. and repeats
don't believe the voices (sure)
don't believe in comfort
it doesn't exist
comfort corrupts
is the only rule to live by
the rest is only at concept stage
and i can't imagine how they'd ever
turn to anything more than that
me is all i've got..
but things change
and it's
like my mother
once told me
"it gets better"
most people don't
get a single chance
in several existances
i got 2
i should be happy for that
it was called work
for no reason except work
if i'm stuck in a
demon and angel world
then the only way
to be saved by the
divine light:
isn't stealing
isn't douchebagging
isn't riches
isn't things
isn't friends
isn't happiness
isn't screwing around
rather it's
giving from the core of your being
to never ever think for a second
think you'll get anything for it
working for the man
losing all your riches
throwing away all your things
losing everyone who didn't mean anything real to you anyway
making mistakes
for it's the only thing
which makes us human
until you
turn into
a parent
where every
thought word action
multiplies
exponentially
over time
the loneliness of humans isn't real
the ego illusion is though
it must be
for all people
everywhere
every single voxel
my heart is
jampacked
with hatred
these days
beyond words
that's how revolutions are born
you can get by with basically nothing
so why collect? why love? why.. anything?
so is exploration of space needed?
i don't know
beauty is in everything
bella is in everything
i don't see how it matters
i've seen the ultimate reality
it wasn't for me
i don't know what is
really
i don't
i know one thing
i like writing
and i like
listening to music
IRL isn't for me
i'm too tired
i'm too burned out
for so long
for so long
for so long
before i even reached conciousness
i don't see the point in emotions
it just never stops
murder solves nothing
corruption solves nothing
double standards solve nothing
it's a liars liars liars world
it's a junkies junkies junkies world
at least i fought the fight
at least i loved
nothing is left
absolutely nothing
everyone seems hollow inside
way beyond my bottomless despair
so i write
and listen to music
this is
emma sofia maria
björn ove tomas
johansson jonsson
signing off for the day
i hope you enjoy the ride
i don't
always
do that
but the ride is
all we've got
cheers
av Emma Sotz (ris och ros)
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