you will never own anything for the utmost duration of your life like this. from the moment you conceived it throughout all the times you say it again or over and over to others, you will not enter the temple of majesty.

here are words laying in wait for the proper man to unearth them. like a sword in a stone without all the pretext and backstory and it is as meant for him as it was lived through him and professed by him. even when johnny cash gerrymandered “hurt” from trent reznor, or feedtime stripped and reissued “paint it black” as it had to ache through itself, or husker du bared its soul throughout “eight miles high”, some songs exist to pulverize the ones that dare to take them on. yet muddy waters is the cycle of silt and flow til the ever-loving end. shit, i challenge anyone and everyone to siphon from their charge something that can resonate or become some central property that will outlast even 30 years of lifespan against its initial incantation.

sorry, but very few can encompass their lifetime and presence in one fell swoop. it’s just something you’re born with or you’re not, you meaningless ant.