Old as dust,
old as dust that's 19 years old,
Old as the dust on my skin.
or the particles honing in craft.
I'm fixing myself you see.
Don't see point in being dusty,
so I'm going out of the temple,
leaving.
Leaving theory and religion behind,
Looking up to the stars on my knees and kissing the sky
with big blue lips.
I ask for no forgiveness,
my thoughts aren't sinful but true.
All perception is art but
not all art is good.
You take what you get and you work for yourself,
I'm trying very hard to do it all.
