Mud, Sweat & Gears.

Pandora told me that everything fits inside 'N hope is everything that she's got left from a different life I told her 's all about distance 'n time Existence flies and her life's not different from mine But she didn't reply I could see the fear in her eyes 'N then she left without tellin' me why Her tears just fell from the sky And washed away the pain and the fear that I'd held in my mind Let's see what's contained within 'Cause to me the walls of this box are lookin' paper-thin, so I write content for the discontented Sittin' here, dreamin' of a different ending

This is what she told me

I wonder what we're doin' with these gifts we were given As he thinks to himself as he sits by the river And the endorphins kick as the drink hits his liver Did you see? He's a liver of life And it doesn't mean shit unless you feel it inside And it won't stop kickin' 'til the rhythm is dyin'. It's life Contentment A warm beer on a cold night And the slow realisation that this is what we talk like And it's alright Hittin' home via torchlight Searchin' for some meanin' at my soul and some foresight A poor guy, rich In ways you can't imagine As his poetry aligns with the stars and the planets And collides with this madness This is not a life you can fathom A universe the size of an atom Hope is just a little shinin' light in the chasm And this is just writing and finding that matters This is trapping lightning in our minds with no cameras Or bottles, if the world comes toppling down Well, it used to be ours What is this sound? "I love the smell of ink" This is Apocalypse Now