Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

We already know time travel exists That star is already dead But we see it as it was Will anyone you can ever know be connected See it’s death? More than likely not We are just staring “up” Hoping for the possibility we are more than just matter consolidated Into a slower state Bound for recycling

The expanse becomes nothing
As light connects all
The future is a reverberation of the
Now
Connected by the past
Its hard to listen
When all is talking
When you are just trying to live
Within a truth that is relative

Be you their father
Last name or otherwise
You were there
Blood means nothing
If they call you dad
You exemplify family
You are the definition
All else is extraneous
Love transcends all

The diseased
Corrupted and playing games
can’t even comprehend
they’ve already lost

The definition needs not words.
Ask a horse.
Just felt.
Known.
Apprehended with certainty

How to fathom
Our place
Within this
Upon such selfish feebleness
The adults are giving Children a bad name
Know self

Enter the roboticon
All life is a monetary exchange
The art of the deal
Exempt from feeling
Just what can you get
Fucking soulless

Who needs to eat
Weve got musk to put us to sleep
Rock a bye rock a bye
He’s got all the money he needs
To save us from being ourselves

Wonder oh wonder Why my grandma hates you As her house is shuttered Upon your 509 million pay day For the people doesn’t shit upon their table For the people doesn’t have more money than they can even comprehend For the people Doesn’t have multiple government funded corporations being paid for by ta...

Your parents
Have no blood tie
Their love is unquestioned
Upon god
All life is based upon adoption

The love
ever present
just lost in the maybe
Can we be this good?
Yes
Can we see the truth?
Yes
As what should have
what could have
Is at our fingertips
Just do what you should
Easy to say
Harder to do
But
We are built for this

Light shines throughout

All things said
Same as always
The future is open
The beauty of each second
Creates a new
Upon which we may grow

Knowing you are not wrong
Keeps the song
Sung loud
Worried of what may be
Is lessened by
The beauty of all that can be
Found

It is a casting call
Quiet let’s the disease grow
We all must stand together
Or be hewn down
As the thoughts
We think alone
Connect us as we are
actually
Our beauty must not be hidden from