Imagine the ability To fly, for a set Twenty minutes To rush From an average Bored, saddened soul To an immortal Racing being Picture the world In slow motion As you scream by Sniffing remains Of your savior
The lines we walk Are the same lines That we blow To Live; To Soar
i like it. kinda curious trying to figure out exactly what you mean by it all. First time i read it i thought 'just another person trying to be poetic', but second time it got through to me. Really powerful and succinct.
what do you feel you're trying to say or imply with the bit about 'smelling remains of your savior' and the 'lines that we blow'? Religion and drugs? or otherwise...
It was sniffing the remains, but yeah the poem is about Cocaine, I was thinking about it and the way it hits you.
It is somewhat ment to be anti-coke, because it has some what of a sarcastic tone to it. You become so dependent on it the only thing left to save you is the drug, it is so your savior and that is utterly ridiculous.