~He-art~ art's mystery is a dynasty of finery mixed in with misery it's history inscribed intricately in binary since there's no scarcity of bipolarity in artists who dare to be expressive of their cares because deep down everyone is scared to become the very things they reason to be disparaging but what about you Justin? always bugging about fakeness being paraded in public it's easy speak on what one hates but then never rise above it you're getting a bit too comfy with mediocrity all your preaching is hypocrisy you need some realistic ideologies not just a bunch real twisted policies sometimes I find me daring me to compare where I am with where I'd care to be but I don't speak from a place of pretending I'm great it's obvious I make a bunch of my own mistakes I'm just disgruntled by the dumbness that clouds up everybody's brains in so much overabundance because we've become lazy with our fate and it's grown beyond redundant every day there's new crusades people aiming all their grudges at anything that bugs them and doesn't make them take their blame that's pretty dramatic but in a troubling kind of way it might even be tragic if it weren't something we create all this hatred weighing on my shoulders is a counterfeit (counter fit) lift but I'm bound to stay bolder (boulder) like my name's Atlas a lot of times I slip trying in vain to get a dang grip when I'm reminded of my sins difference is I'm not denying they exist trying not to fidget with my lighter but it is what it is all the bullshit getting submitted makes my digits start to itch flicking at the switch sparks licking fire from my fingertips happiness in life often costs more than we can actually afford even the rich seem to be scraping by like they're struggling just to pay the mortgage they say you can't buy it and yet everyone buys in to every type of lie that insists it's the way to find what doesn't exist within the scope of overhype when it's so ambiguous not something you can hold onto when it comes and goes just like the wind no, it isn't permanent in temporal terms it's ephemeral that means short lived but just because the truth's rough that's no excuse to lose touch yeah satisfaction isn't guaranteed but dissatisfaction is when we choose to screw up and let ourselves slip in a slew of errant deeds with such severity but apparently nobody ever wants to grow up enough to truly own up for their mistakes they just prefer go nuts like a cop does for a bunch of free donuts true, we don't get to choose what cards we're dealt but we always have room to improve ourselves perspective is a view we get to elect that's a fact you can check as readily evidenced by those who know too well what it's really like to go through hell yet show no tells. ~Justin Farrow