No longer waiting for what’s already ready
No longer holding back my Swords, they’ve become too heavy.
Immature lovers, they never get me
They don’t even get themselves, so look at me.
Chasing my own imagination
But it’s true my soul mate exists
The abundance I deserve is alive
It’s a gift
Born right in this dimension
Intuition I finally listen
He was a shiny piece of plastic
I was blinded by the way he glistened
