You want the colors to explode.
You want to see the mountains dance.
but you gotta see it through.
black can't hold a second
against the pastels in your brain.
but they never stay the same
you never give them names,
you never walk them out
or let them stay.
Substantiate.
plant the seed.
fight the soil.
watch the sky all day,
and you'll never see a thing.
Substantiate.
Your lust for life is lackluster.
how can you claim so much fire,
but never light a thing?
you tell us of the songs of Heaven
but you never even sing.
Your lust for life is lackluster.
Substantiate.
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