New Courses
I set my ship to take new course.
I reminisce my mistakes as my thoughts bring flash back.
I let it all go... Accepting fate.
I dive into new waves
With my canvas and hope high up.
Bring on your worst storm
I would be fine.
This is not the first time, I have hit the edges.
I've been fighting with my sword... eyes closed
Missing all the red flags and referee whistle
Caressing my woe, where I should stay discrete
Giving them the wings, as they fly and shit on me.
I smiled even in tatteredness
Wangling in my miseries
As no one seems to relate.
I know where I came from
All battered and dust
As I still crave to rise from the ashes
My sword is blunt
Yet I still fight
Not just with sword this time
But with amours, tanks, pistol
Bullet and mine.
I pay attention to all the flags
Be it red or white, be it pink or yellow
I sieze the referee whitle.
Enough of the bullshit he blows.
I now sketch every insanity that swirl
Bring on your worst storm
I would be fine.
This is not the first time, I have hit the edges.
© Sage
I reminisce my mistakes as my thoughts bring flash back.
I let it all go... Accepting fate.
I dive into new waves
With my canvas and hope high up.
Bring on your worst storm
I would be fine.
This is not the first time, I have hit the edges.
I've been fighting with my sword... eyes closed
Missing all the red flags and referee whistle
Caressing my woe, where I should stay discrete
Giving them the wings, as they fly and shit on me.
I smiled even in tatteredness
Wangling in my miseries
As no one seems to relate.
I know where I came from
All battered and dust
As I still crave to rise from the ashes
My sword is blunt
Yet I still fight
Not just with sword this time
But with amours, tanks, pistol
Bullet and mine.
I pay attention to all the flags
Be it red or white, be it pink or yellow
I sieze the referee whitle.
Enough of the bullshit he blows.
I now sketch every insanity that swirl
Bring on your worst storm
I would be fine.
This is not the first time, I have hit the edges.
© Sage