Semantic Frontier

Just to Push the Envelope

I could write a lyric,
To make myself cry.

I could write a lyric,
To make myself try.

But hell if I’ll know,
What to do when my thoughts die.

They say that peace
And other such things,
Are built with time.

I say that’s a lie;
Not because I know otherwise,

Just to push the envelope.

The closest thing I’ve ever seen,
To a miracle,

Isn’t exactly what you’d imagine.

Yes, I’ve seen my fair share of stars,
Some of which look darker than Mars;

The world has smiled at our mistakes,
Driving itself deeper into the stakes,

But I’ll tell you what,

They say it’s a lie;
Not because they know otherwise,

Just to push the envelope.

Under the moon,
Burned by the sun,
Lies are sheltered by our ‘trust’.

The system, graciously in wait,
Is certain to never abate.

Continuously raging on,
Struggling for a conclusion;
Suffering from self-inflicted delusion.

And yet,

Even when our death knells toll,
With the preacher ready to droll,

I’ll still remember these words.

Not because I know otherwise,

Just to push the envelope.

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But a Game

I approach thee,
Without a care.

With a mind that races,
You and I; we’re quite the pair.

diving into loops;
those endless loops,

I struggle to find reason.

Could these twists and turns,
Really serve to heal my burns?

Am I really on the cusp
Of something extraordinary?

Perhaps my doubts,
Are flavored by truth.

That is to say,
My thoughts aren’t like reason;
But certainly,
They do have season.

Sometimes I’m elated,
Whilst at others,
Simply belated.

Each day, my thoughts are born anew.

Certainly the faits I tempt,
Are but mild in comparison,

Yet if contradiction’s my middle name,
Then life itself,
Is but a game.

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What I’d Miss

Just because I have a reflection,
Doesn’t mean I have a direction.

While my words my sound strong and livid,
They simply cover up all that is rigid.

I’ve fooled myself many times,
Into thinking I was free of ever-so-many crmes.

The irony, however,
Is that I wasn’t really all that clever.

Sure it served its purpose,
In keeping my life everything but a circus,

But when I float down,
Ready to drop my self-created crown,

Questions baffle me;
And those fears, they do still rattle me.

Pessimistic as it sounds,
I’ve built myself upon some shaky grounds.

And,
As I sink deeper into this abyss,
I have to wonder…
About
What I’d miss.

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A Sky So Blue

Sitting here in class,
I finally realize my time has come to pass.

Four long years,
Coupled with thousands of tears,
Do nothing for my fears.

And though it is a crime,
For me to stop time,

I wish I could anyway.

To debunk the mystery,
That is my history.

Sure I won’t find a solution,
But I’d do it anyway.

‘Cause no matter how hard I might try,
Things’ll never be the same.

And so,
With the sun fading out of view,
My thoughts beginning to stew,

I can only wonder what I’d do,
To find again a sky;
A sky so blue.

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