I decided to take that poem I wrote yesterday and add to it. I think I will turn it into a song, but I'm shit with adding a tune to things, so I'll work it out later. Anyway, here it is.
Quick, yet slow: tumbling they will go
Fancy, prancy, dancy, and romancy; down the steep slope they flow
They look humble as they tumble, yet naive as they may never know
The acknowledgement of the sorrow that lies around them, above them, and below
Such a beautiful pair they make, neither could ever forsake
The tranquility that lie ahead, behind them, disrupted by the snake
Too human to avoid temptation to steal from Eden’s plentiful Earth
This is what stole them away from their mirth
Cupid was evil in his intentions: shooting curiosity and temptation with his arrow of toxins
Watching humans run wild for the sake of amusement, such terrible misusement
Love, greed, and humanity makes cowards of everyone; too weak to never know
Quick, yet slow: tumbling they will go
To fear the foreboding thoughts of malice in intention
To break the rope and release the tension
Oblivious to oblivion, people were too stupid to mention
The horrors that lie beyond human comprehension
Quick, yet slow: tumbling they will go
I was wrapped up in a dream of romance
Locked in a trance of a dream never quite in reach
For a dream is a delusion in wrapping paper, and it is delusions that teach
Lessons to those stupid enough to long for something out of reach
Often the pleasures we long to obtain bring us less pleasure than pain
Because desire often results in things impossible to hold
For dreaming is for when you are asleep
Always remember to keep those whom you treasure most,
as they are of more value than a ghost
For a dream is a delusion in wrapping paper
To fear the foreboding thoughts of malice in intention
To break the rope and release the tension
Oblivious to oblivion, people were too stupid to mention
The horrors that lie beyond human comprehension
Quick, yet slow: tumbling they will go
The absence of presence is what pulls at the strings
The times they are gone is when it stings
Memories are moments, not known to be significant till it is too late
It returns as a weight on your shoulders that can be too great
To bear such a strife of any measure at all
It is the memories that pain to recall
If it be a lover, a mother, a friend, or a brother
The vacuum of absence takes more than any other
To lock them away behind bars of steel
Does not do anything to help it heal
To take it head on, suited in armour like iron
Is the only way to kill a lion
To fear the foreboding thoughts of malice in intention
To break the rope and release the tension
Oblivious to oblivion, people were too stupid to mention
The horrors that lie beyond human comprehension
Quick, yet slow: tumbling they will go