You can write your stuff in colour
Flowery sweet and nice
With Asian lilts of contemplation
Herbal flavoured oils and rice
You can swim around deep meanings
Take in air as best you can
Become a model of the masterpiece
Forget you’re only one more man
You can reach beyond the atmosphere
Climb the highest mountain peaks
But in the end you must come down
To face the heated needs of freaks
You can give the giving up a try
Pretend it wasn’t worth the strain
Never mind it’s what compulsion does
For those acknowledging their pain
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