Rocking out to the owl like I’m not supposed to and the blue light comes sweeping in like
No seriously take me with you, I start to miss you
The cosmic DJ with his timing
Because life is fucking weird and I don’t like doing it alone
If I could only run in the right direction
And Chopin?
So, what?
Jupiter, the Sun, and Saturn
I certainly miss you Saturn
Jupiter and I have been gazing into the void together
That Chopin wrote this song so I would write this poem to it
Timey wimey bullshit
This queue is kind of epic
Until the limit of my life I’ll sing love to the endless sky
I’m sure I’ve thought things like that
I certainly do have so much love for this fucked up place
And a fucked up place it is
So much chaos and mayhem
Beautiful mayhem
Sometimes
I should just become god
Yup I’m god now
Ah,
I know I am not such a thing
With whatever love I have
I’ll fight until there are no more days for me
I falter and fumble
Like a human
But I am doing my best to be something that will change this world for the better
No matter how many people with billions of times more dollars I have try to use this world as a pawn
Life is so weird
It is a god damn arms race
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