Why are people with glasses considered smart?
I suppose it's because they choose to see the world as it really is
Some people just accept that their blurred vision is, well, just how it is
while the ones with glasses at some point realised
'hey, that's not right!' and decided to change their views
SO
everytime they put their glasses on, they make an effort,
to see the world as it really is
that is the passion i see in some
but there is a passion I like to feel;
people always think love is this happy feeling,
which it is, I'm not saying they're wrong
but what I'm trying to express here is that sometimes it is accompanied by a lot of confusion;
confusion that hurts,
confusion that makes you feel that you are in the midst of a creamy midst that seems to stick to you at every turn you take, every flick of your arm, every move you make.
You can't blow it away, you can only waddle your way through it, like a swamp filled with flowers
but you stay to look at each flower and keep it safe in a memory.
When you finally ascend, you're covered in it.
the euphoria never lasts forever
it knows better than to give you hope,
but it made a mistake to ever set foot inside your threshold because you have no limits
you will chase after her no matter how far she runs
she is your candlestick in this grey world where nothing matters to you except what's in front
because of your quantum conscience
you love her too much
But without love, somethings would not have clarity
I suppose it's because they choose to see the world as it really is
Some people just accept that their blurred vision is, well, just how it is
while the ones with glasses at some point realised
'hey, that's not right!' and decided to change their views
SO
everytime they put their glasses on, they make an effort,
to see the world as it really is
that is the passion i see in some
but there is a passion I like to feel;
people always think love is this happy feeling,
which it is, I'm not saying they're wrong
but what I'm trying to express here is that sometimes it is accompanied by a lot of confusion;
confusion that hurts,
confusion that makes you feel that you are in the midst of a creamy midst that seems to stick to you at every turn you take, every flick of your arm, every move you make.
You can't blow it away, you can only waddle your way through it, like a swamp filled with flowers
but you stay to look at each flower and keep it safe in a memory.
When you finally ascend, you're covered in it.
the euphoria never lasts forever
it knows better than to give you hope,
but it made a mistake to ever set foot inside your threshold because you have no limits
you will chase after her no matter how far she runs
she is your candlestick in this grey world where nothing matters to you except what's in front
because of your quantum conscience
you love her too much
But without love, somethings would not have clarity
