I’m always trying to build bridges to never-never land.
Sometimes cross-eyed vision is straightened understanding circumstance. I never wanted to admit that world peace can’t be done, but melting pots are myths, no mix, no matter how you stir.
Its sad to say that sometimes we just do not belong.
We adapt by force but not by choice.
Evolution is not always progress, and it often only drifts off laterally and dies off.
This coexist shit only seems to stick, stuck to the ass end of what drives you away from me.
These years of isolated comfort solidify your routine.
Any fresh ideas are met with shields of slander and fear.
This coastal quality of life may need to sink not swim, that land-locked value could probably use a stronger wind to spin.
No we can’t just get along.