Elephants closed my window to view the world
So instead I threw my wheels into drive, I drove
Parallel to wet oceans shore like I showed
That I was drowning though I was sunk
And over saturated with a lack of exposure
For this beast of a creature is almost always assumed male
So I’ll speak that he treated me like him
Once was complete and free
Currently partially missing in full captivity
Between the poverty lines
Bound and beaten down by we
Apparently if I am he forever blinded by parenthesis
Times 3 minus 1
2 eyes I see music as vision caress the ivory keys
Ironically I’m lying
In truth I really see nothing
With broom heads where eyelids be
An image cleaned
The head-mids tree takes your mind further than your physical ability
Then looked up towards the closed sun roof at the rain coming down from angry clouds
Because the elephants were suffocating, walking, and driving on their padded surface
So don’t be surprised when the beast falls out the sky
And enters the lonely depths of your mind
I hope you don’t mind
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