#metome

((New Release))

Ripple / Metome

the winters drawing in

and I’m nervous of the night,

I’m sat in gusty winds,

as dreams fall out of sight,

I close my eyes tight,

and dream of safer days,

the harder I squint my eyes,

The more reality becomes a haze,

but I held on tightly,

to the blanket that held my skin,

and dreamt of all the better things

That seem to stem within,

I woke up, dazed

With cloudy eyes

I was left speechless

As I stare at the skies,

I wander what kind of mist

It is that shields us,

maybe it is the seal,

that leaves us,

Speachless,

Maybe what we think is protection,

Could’ve been protecting us from our biggest lesson,

do you see what I’m saying,

that we can spend our whole lives praying,

delaying

a perfectly inevitable saying,

That it is what it is,

and what is a glass of fizzy drink if it has no fizz

And it’s kind of the same in life I think you have to accept, this.

If you have life without any fuzz I think you’ll spend a lot of time questioning if it’s all enough,

And if you anticipate having a glass of fizzy coke, and every time you drink it’s slides smoothly down your throat,

As if it was water,

boring and still, I think that’s basically how bland life will feel,

Like a reoccurring, anticlimax

Like everything you try lacks,

The passion, and the punch

The kind of shit that’ll keep you thinking during lunch,

what if I had more,

Me to me: Do you think I’m prepared enough?