What is...is?

What is...is?
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Andrew Defrederico - 2018 Sept 26 20:38


Try for more, dare ever say more
Good tides, misfortunes may misenstray
Following miss of advent days ensue
Being of what I walk, crutch under
Above the sea and tides' swail,
Carry for us, an adventure we shall see
Tomorrow, you say, today we do,
and carry on we do

Carry on, we do, and for said of where heart becomes,
I see too much, going on through walks, wandering night
Glow of lamps peruse few of by so do pass
More than I can see, over the feeling when end is near,
I may be of the through
Breaking on, I roll blues through thunder
I thought I was going alright, but I guess I am all right

Alright, for their and they're of, I see my good
I fool not, believe of it as is to be so,
can the fear and kid stick around
Spacing of our love, all we got, jets on flying by
See me on the streets, fighting one I know much of
And can you see the suit I wear?
Bag of horror, or misuse of more?

Hold me in arms content,
blues I swear by even of I misconstrue
Owl of night, I hunt and chase the road
Walk and of want, run, but cannot see as fun
Others of my friends, replacement of mine to be found
I swear to say farewell, goodbye, as I head back on the road
Horny and stoned as hell, as is I of one seen where many
lay to be of, misconstrue the bottom pot of stew

Maybe once, maybe more, I can see you in the night
And I see of what is meant to be
Freedom to breathe the cold air, and I can see you
I can see you dancing, "Komm gib mir deine hand!"
As I think of to be, where the beautiful dancer
comes down to me, seeing my dance with creation
Be it more, said of to be seen therefore, of what I
could wishfully hope for

Wasting my time, when I am losing the mind
Me I see as in you to be walking aside
Hanging out, talking to me when I can't sleeph
What I needed, is to be pleased, face of not,
bleed do so you, and want you to sleep
For I lose mind, and that's what you come for
Just of what is needed, is you to bleed
And of face to be of not, I dare you to do it, baby

And stepped on my door, I need you be of mine,
Now, we are lost, happy and stay in dark, I wish not
But is seems as is to be
None of escape, I see therefore,
singing and dance, I see you, be you, and I of all creation
Sing my dance, dance my song
Happened of all to be so soon