The Gate from Glorious Insignificance by Gripper Lee 3

Standing on the edge of Sunday, about to fall into Monday
Standing on the precipice of another faceless week
From the corner of my mind madness calls
With the promise of a better life if I had the balls.
Set me free from the restraints of rationality
And set sail on the high seas to the shores of insanity
Where the oppressors no longer reign
Set free from their fear and their pain.

I’m leaving in the morning, not too early, I get up late.
If you want to come I’ll meet you at the gate.
I don’t have one, but it’s where the metaphor would be.
Fuelled by imagination, who knows our destiny?
Who knows what we will see?

She whispered, The thing you seek can never be bought
Can only be yearned for, and sought.
The child like thing you lost along the way
Is floating out there somewhere beyond the end of the day.
She said, You’re just a tiny collection
Of ever-changing, vibrating little things
That are you and me, and everything.
Deep down, this you have always known.
Understand this and you’ll never be alone.

I’m leaving in the morning, not too early, I get up late.
If you want to come I’ll meet you at the gate.
I don’t have one, but it’s where the metaphor would be.
Fuelled by imagination, who knows our destiny?
Who knows what we will see? Who knows our destiny?

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