Let it in.
by zebrasindenver
This world, in which we have been born is easy enough to live in,
if you have the right tools and are prepared to work quietly and speak softly.
But why?
The drum is here to be beaten, these words are here to be sung, and these feet that carry us that need to run and dance.
Let the music in, let it fill us and let us fill our cups to the brim and toast the music,
for the quiet life can bring no trouble, and the louder we scream the more trouble we invite,
but i say let it in, scream and let it all in and maybe, just maybe, trouble will bring its colleagues,
love, passion and pain,
then in this world we can live not alone but surrounded by the things that let us know that this is,
in fact,
our life.
fucking amazing line:
maybe, just maybe, trouble will bring its colleagues,
love, passion and pain.
give me chaos
but let it come indirectly
let me not feel the ill effects
leave me with my merry blinders
my divided self
singing love songs
into the darkness of this plight