You dropped every letter from the alphabet and made soup
Let the letters form, "mles", and you became you
Next was, "tq", you thought... "Well, me too".
And wore that thought until the day I met you
"m", for Motivation, Mantras, A wicked soul in Queue
But that day you decided you were your greatest, and knew
Your full potential in this bowl of alphabet soup
If you believe in it, who says what you know isn't true?
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But driving you... what your soul was hiding through
This fear, resentment, somehow in this soup it grew
There was a "f", your head spoke "Failure." "Forgotten"
"ttd" "Time to Die", "The True Devil", "r" for "Rotten"
It was dark as you peered to hear what your head was saying
And looked above, maybe I'll forget what it said and start praying
So you looked above, and said grace before the meal
If I created these thoughts, then I can declare them "Not Real."
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You devoured the bad letters, with rhythm and style
Left only the good in the soup, and you smiled..
But this is only soup & these letters, we made
To fulfill a connection to someone else, we create!
& you looked up, and noticed not a single soul
Near, far, close, if there's nothing to share... where's the hope?
Where's the smoke? Where's the mirror? Where's reality?!
Where there was once a man, now stands a Man against Gravity!
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But what we leave behind is what we shared
If you can't take the bad, then the good was never there
You will never finish your meal and look up at the bowl
To see it was only white, that ever changing feeling of full
What we avoid, we can never hear
If you can't take what's wrong, how can what's right come clear?
Life in a well, is easy. Words are what we made them to be
But happiness doesn't start with "z"
- Second Hand King
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