shagg carpett corddz & allll

oil stained and ignorant, final countdowns of first time maybes.
can't complain for winning, can lose for falling into the finish line.
he always tried to let someone else win,
you, you think you know about it,
we know about it,
the game of
the game of life.
so let the lies fly by in certain time,
let the flies fly by with such divine intricate finality.
but, i can't say this, nor do that,
but he said "the sand is like all the memories, torn out of one person, one mountain of thought."
and the "roads are like highways, the freeways are like cobble stone overpasses to center of your soul."
Heartstrings and maybe's, we all fall down.
but these ashes are ashes.
and no matter our vehicle, no matter our motive, they always come in first.
even though they tried to let us win.