I’ve given up on perfection
As it pertains to direction
Carry on our ways, no guarantee
On the level
Daylight comes and daylight goes
Just as the mark of process
Motionless and still
Is your perception
Don’t worry about us
Don’t warn us
Don’t tell us the truth
Don’t warn us
Don’t make it seem real
We want to choose
Thrown into the dark
I left my eyes on mars
This feeling’s not brand new
Three of our senses
come in two’s
Two ears
Two eyes
The face of moon is only seen
When sun shines on half
That views not created, its revealed
I know my faults are guarded
I look on tides and hold on
Dying on the altar of big old news
We are guided by our gut
Where we walk, the gut goes first
The head follows soon thereafter
Rather fortify
Let desire subside
Like clear water when the mud settles and stills
I try to speak very soft
I try to treat people the same
Like the holding of a baby in my arms
Give love a chance
Give hate no room
So I limit the use of
I’m sorry
I’m worthless
I’ve wronged you
Just say things you mean
And tell the truth
Thrown into the dark
I left my eyes on mars
This feeling’s not brand new
Three of our senses
come in two’s
Two ears
Two eyes
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The Bay Bridged