Get the key, run into time travel,
Goin’ to 1700s to unravel,
All echoing royalty of past life miseries.
If hope’s the thing with feathers,
I don’t know what it means,
Euphoria is overwhelmed with melancholy.
Toast to escapism as my rescue,
All those fantasies I belong to,
‘Cause the real world’s ablaze in irony.
Believing doesn’t make it half-way,
All my calls are addressed mayday,
But, the lie is that,
Efforts forever decorate your good name,
Your failure’s nevermore your blame,
“All that you try is pure mettle,
I Appreciate That.”
Change is a constant in the universe,
Was I wise in welcoming my curse,
Maybe, it wasn’t my ultimate punishment.
I’ve recklessly rocked the chair of destiny,
Found the key to get success perilously,
All those days of flame drowning in September.
If fortune ever struck past my life,
I’d be thankful, it’d get me to cry,
My feigned joyous memories to remember.
Manifestation is never myth in reality,
All it has to overcome is humane cruelty,
But, the lie is that,
Fighting dragons makes you a hero,
Your stardom, alive in soul’s window,
“All your bravery is pure mettle,
I Appreciate That.”
If hide and seek is a game to play,
I’ll get lost never to be seeked again,
My world is a classic fairytale-to-be.
My fanciful death cuts employ reality checks,
I appreciate that I have them,
Fumes aren’t always left to die in peace.
I’d argue that scissors can’t beat paper,
‘Cause it’s the one that bleeds the weight off,
My friends would hate it with me.
When satirical verses come alive,
The truth is that I’m not fine,
But the lie is that,
Subsiding to desolation isn’t the laburnum top,
To sway in zephyr in silence is to survive on,
“All your inception is pure mettle,
I Appreciate That.”
But the lie is that I appreciate that.
I. Appreciate. That.
