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"Prospective: Rightfully Understood"
"Prospective: Rightfully Understood"
Often times when wondering isn't enough, you analyze
Our situations making the existence of pretentious creations
We spend years of learning, but never understand the true idea of a callous meaning
Begging to differ at an argument-tive creativity
Yet listening to non-idealistic expressions of a once lit, now dim, society gone wrong
Or maybe placed in the wrong hands?
Causing one to believe the isms of a dying nation, thinking it can be reborn out of the depths of immorality
Faith, Life, Hope, Love......is worth nothing if you don't understand the reason for simply being a being of technicality
Right words, wrong times
Right choices, wrong environments
Justifying the stigmata of something deep down inside, we simply don't believe in
A forced compensation of what once was, but is no longer
Heart-burn for the excuses of a person's own issues, now fighting to be dealt with
How can you come up with an explanation when everything sounds the same?
How can you come to understand when nothing of what's being said makes any reasonable sense?
A blackened heart, envious because it doesn't know Joy, Liberty, or maybe terms of pleasant endearment
Funny how we spew sometimes what can't be rightfully understood by even the most complex of minds
Is complexity a choice we choose? Or is it put up simply for bountiful protection against the unjust?
Rebel by nature, one's tortured conception is not that of mine own
Dissecting the truths from what one believes.
Caged like a bird in our own simplistic reality!
Caged like a bird in our own simplistic reality!
-Calhoun
Often times when wondering isn't enough, you analyze
Our situations making the existence of pretentious creations
We spend years of learning, but never understand the true idea of a callous meaning
Begging to differ at an argument-tive creativity
Yet listening to non-idealistic expressions of a once lit, now dim, society gone wrong
Or maybe placed in the wrong hands?
Causing one to believe the isms of a dying nation, thinking it can be reborn out of the depths of immorality
Faith, Life, Hope, Love......is worth nothing if you don't understand the reason for simply being a being of technicality
Right words, wrong times
Right choices, wrong environments
Justifying the stigmata of something deep down inside, we simply don't believe in
A forced compensation of what once was, but is no longer
Heart-burn for the excuses of a person's own issues, now fighting to be dealt with
How can you come up with an explanation when everything sounds the same?
How can you come to understand when nothing of what's being said makes any reasonable sense?
A blackened heart, envious because it doesn't know Joy, Liberty, or maybe terms of pleasant endearment
Funny how we spew sometimes what can't be rightfully understood by even the most complex of minds
Is complexity a choice we choose? Or is it put up simply for bountiful protection against the unjust?
Rebel by nature, one's tortured conception is not that of mine own
Dissecting the truths from what one believes.
Caged like a bird in our own simplistic reality!
Caged like a bird in our own simplistic reality!
-Calhoun
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