Zoan
Frailness Of Love
Words hurt
Words spoken
Actions dished out
Actions chosen
I’m open
To pathways that aren’t closed
Maybe the cycle of death
Is what makes life beautiful
I know
I’m a culmination
Of mistakes maken
And decisions taken
And of my final destination
They egg me
To take another sip of the Remy
But the key always starts out at Do
Where do we go
When we’re at a standstill
When we’re at a fork in the road
Some advices are spiteful
Some advices are insightful
What does my lifeworks show
Maybe a splash of ambition
Maybe a pinch of greed
I keep refreshing
As if something would grow
From the Timeline, The stories
And the Newsfeed
Woah

This is the song the baby requests
When it wants to take a nap
This is the song the lover plays
When she’s tired of the porn and the fap
This is the song the druggie wants
When he is getting high off the drugs
This is the song I wrote
To demonstrate the frailness of love


I’m not really anything
Moreso than a peasant
Moreso than a King
I sing cause I know music is a gift
What is to make of those
That consider you a downgrade
When you came with the intent to uplift
When shit hits the fan
They might dissect the band
They might say they understand
But I’m angsty
To see who shows me love that makes me feel like a man
I’m poetic, in every sense of the form
They documented as 1992, but in 2018 was when I was reborn
Some scorn
Saying that I’ve gone overboard
And that I’m too extreme
But when did I tell the kids on the net
To pour our their blood, tears, and sweat
To make some funny ass gifs and some memes
Living is only as good as the drive that moves you
To follow after your dreams