now as our poor young lungs deflate i ll admit i ve gotten older mellowed out chatting up those i used to hate the feeling that we re lost will always fade i present no explanations can t expect our tired patience to satiate for long and therein lies a truth we can sip when we want disciples of the flow we can float anywhere if ever there s a drought i ve listed the puddles proven to better coax the divine out from within remember there s more road and places to go patterns to contemplate more people to fornicate and remember there s a lot of good omens supplying the proof that our life is the best joke ever told remember it s a joke and leave it alone let go and try to be always abiding remember if there s one good reason for dying the sweet silver lining through you she lives on and therein lies a coast we can see through the fog an island in our thoughts can be heaven on earth i swear to god if i haven t wandered all over then i haven t done something that s worth telling at all after the hell that you ve been through what could i even say our auntie earth will take us in she awaits our battered shells i ll try to lay as close as i can to you but while we re breathing i should tell you from the depths of the void i will love you for your growing crows feet and fully adore the contradictions that we live as all i can give1