Park
D.D. Shipp
look around and see the display of humility and dignity
papers filled with ink, projectors filled with color, the sky filled with air
i sit in the pavilion, empty and disgusted
my pavilion is lonely, no one sits near the edge of my seat nor do they walk near the mud i have created with my mere tears
they would rather not get their shoes dirty, wanting to keep them sacred and nice
across i sit from the pavilion of shared interested, of success and joy
the pavilion functions as a bridge and a linear of everyone who has progressed without me
they sit raised on the hill, basking in the sun, partaking in the holy joyous moments that He has created
i sit deep below, and all they do is stare amongst my lifeless parade, waiting to capture that awaited moment of the flood
the flood from my tears to carry me away into oblivion, as they raise into fame and fortune, and behold glory
i am forgotten, and the remnants of me and my life will just behold another tragic story
D.D. Shipp
look around and see the display of humility and dignity
papers filled with ink, projectors filled with color, the sky filled with air
i sit in the pavilion, empty and disgusted
my pavilion is lonely, no one sits near the edge of my seat nor do they walk near the mud i have created with my mere tears
they would rather not get their shoes dirty, wanting to keep them sacred and nice
across i sit from the pavilion of shared interested, of success and joy
the pavilion functions as a bridge and a linear of everyone who has progressed without me
they sit raised on the hill, basking in the sun, partaking in the holy joyous moments that He has created
i sit deep below, and all they do is stare amongst my lifeless parade, waiting to capture that awaited moment of the flood
the flood from my tears to carry me away into oblivion, as they raise into fame and fortune, and behold glory
i am forgotten, and the remnants of me and my life will just behold another tragic story