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What’s it about?
What's it about?
What's this life all about?
I'm so cold with this ice in my mouth. I'm just trying to be nice when I'm out, ain't taking no advice from these crowds, no matter how nice it all sounds.
We're trying to be right, freaking out while we fight about life, speaking loud. So I just take a beat when I'm thinking out loud, trying to figure out how to speak right with my mouth.
What's it about?
When it's closing down, squeezing so tight on my lips, making sounds. People come around just to be around, just to listen to me speaking hieroglyphs into sound, hoping that it helps them out, trying to figure out what this life's all about.
What is this life all about? Am I caught with this knife in my mouth while I'm lost, living life in the clouds, looking down at the ground?
Come alive with the drive inside my life; since I arrived, I've aligned my mind to find just the right time to be dying to rewrite these rhymes. Let it fill our minds while I spill these spells divine.
Running from this sky up so high above my life. Stimulate our minds, rippling through space and time, trying to find a vibe, another place, some peace of mind.
Release my eyes from seeing blind; this sequence finds a frequent kind of reason why believing lies is like I'm teaching minds that perceiving my perspective is like I'm squeezing life.
See, I ain't preaching to these people; I'm just reading minds. Maybe born into this evil, but my will's alive. Every day I'm getting older, but my soul still hears its voice. So here's advice: don't fear this life. I swear this might be where I like to share my life.
I don't care if you think this is weird to write; yeah, you're going to stare but won't prepare to fight. I've never seen so many so scared of life. We got all this bark but nowhere to bite it. It's rare to write our insight while we stare with this fear of life.
What's it about?
What's this life all about?
Writing & Artwork
© Travis Dob
What's this life all about?
I'm so cold with this ice in my mouth. I'm just trying to be nice when I'm out, ain't taking no advice from these crowds, no matter how nice it all sounds.
We're trying to be right, freaking out while we fight about life, speaking loud. So I just take a beat when I'm thinking out loud, trying to figure out how to speak right with my mouth.
What's it about?
When it's closing down, squeezing so tight on my lips, making sounds. People come around just to be around, just to listen to me speaking hieroglyphs into sound, hoping that it helps them out, trying to figure out what this life's all about.
What is this life all about? Am I caught with this knife in my mouth while I'm lost, living life in the clouds, looking down at the ground?
Come alive with the drive inside my life; since I arrived, I've aligned my mind to find just the right time to be dying to rewrite these rhymes. Let it fill our minds while I spill these spells divine.
Running from this sky up so high above my life. Stimulate our minds, rippling through space and time, trying to find a vibe, another place, some peace of mind.
Release my eyes from seeing blind; this sequence finds a frequent kind of reason why believing lies is like I'm teaching minds that perceiving my perspective is like I'm squeezing life.
See, I ain't preaching to these people; I'm just reading minds. Maybe born into this evil, but my will's alive. Every day I'm getting older, but my soul still hears its voice. So here's advice: don't fear this life. I swear this might be where I like to share my life.
I don't care if you think this is weird to write; yeah, you're going to stare but won't prepare to fight. I've never seen so many so scared of life. We got all this bark but nowhere to bite it. It's rare to write our insight while we stare with this fear of life.
What's it about?
What's this life all about?
Writing & Artwork
© Travis Dob
