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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