"My life has become something never imagined
Passions pass, new feelings emerge
Emotions flying in the sky with the birds
Where’s hope when we need it?
Quotes, they compete
Get us higher than that dope that we chief
Where’s focus when functions retreat to the soul
It’s a black hole moguls, following them
Role models and bottles of belief keep swallowing
Drowning in the shallow end deep
Told we can climb mountains of belief
Where is peace when you need it?
Visions of the meek, in the jungle and the humble
As the sheep make you wonder"
BLU “Seasons”
"We’re neither pure, nor wise, nor good; we do the best we know."
Voltaire (via likeafieldmouse)
