Hills

We only value being young because the pigs think we are scum
Left to complain "What have they done?" - manipulate ad nauseam
Our tastes arranged by years of useless, profusive trivialities

The endless spray of babbled sound coagulates to clot, confound
Please escape their pressured pound, even thoughts our senses drown
Each moment racing, evasive and elusive

So cradle yourself in a palm
Panting waves, the currents crazed
Introspection run around
This is where you used to drown

I spent my currency of youth seeking existential truth
I imply impaired abuse, I've imbibed beyond excuse
But life in vain ain't painless without meaning

Life is always painful, baby

You hesitate, the moments run - and tesselate to tie your tongue
Please embrace it when it comes, I'm amazed when I succumb
The moments wholly force me to surrender

Oh, used to drown



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Writer(s): Eric Peter Holsten
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