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I see with my ears,
I hear with my eyes.
Not a special start,
but does anyone know why?
I open my eyes only when the need arises.
I could live with my eyes closed,
but I would need a dark corner to hide my body in.
My mind would run free,
my body would stay on the floor.
Mind and soul,
images and sound,
songs and life,
silence and death.

Many dance with death and sing "yolo" for fun.
If you ask me,
that's one crappy run.
I'd rather walk along a painted line on the ground,
pretend it's a tightrope,
that's my big splash of excitement.
If I fell off the painted line I stomp my foot and try again.
Isn't that better then trying for the end?
Your game of living once is coming to an end,
did you do everything you wanted?
Did you have time to sit and watch the stars sparkle?
Did you see a sunrise?
Did you see a sunset?
Your slang is all about fast times and the rush of being alive,
but to see the world in motion means more to me than seeing people move.
The world is much more alive than you and I.
You take the beauty you see every day for granted,
thinking it'll always be there to see.
When your "yolo" ride comes to an end,
what will you look back on and see then?
Did you have fun skydiving,
or stargazing?
Wouldn't it feel fuller to say 'yes' twice rather than once?

"You Only Live Once," you all say.
If you ask me,
I've already lived several times,
several lives.
Each day is different,
if you so choose.
Each hour is a new life for you,
but you don't realize that,
do you?

There you go again,
bungee chord bringing you back to step one.
You had your rush,
but was it really enough?
A life of fun is nothing to be proud of.
Your purpose in life;
I hardly doubt it is all about you!
I've always thought we live for someone else,
our lives are tied by an elegant red string.
It drips with the blood we all bleed,
connecting us all as the same breed.
Animals and humans,
we are all classified by the selfish thoughts of poor individuals who think little of our world.
Humans are the lowest class if you think about it,
we have no true senses.
We have what we call emotions,
and if a dog cannot cry it doesn't have a soul.
Screw that,
what kind of a person says that?
Eyes are the window to the soul they say,
I see vacancy in all of you humans.
I see a world within a dog's eyes.
She was blind,
but her eye color was the only thing dulled.
I still saw more love and care than I ever did from another human.

I close my eyes and see colors and silhouettes instead of numbers or letters,
go ahead and say my brain is messed up,
I will always be glad that it is so!
I am not limited to "once" like the rest of you.
I see thousands of colors,
thousands of lives,
thousands of seconds that turn into hours if you let them.
One word blossoms into many,
but one scream is only one.
Excitement isn't bad,
do not misunderstand,
but there's more to life than a raging pulse.
Might as well go face a raging bull.
Say "yolo" then,
tell me,
do you have no say in how you got here?
Didn't you jump onto its back for a thrill?
Running with the bulls was a choice you made,
a waver you signed with your own hand, not God's.

You only live once if you choose for it to be that way.
I chose to live many lives,
and I'm having fun just as well without a one-track mind.
Sometimes I feel overwhelmed by all I think,
scared and wishing it could calm down,
but if you offered to take it away I would refuse.

I don't like the made up word "yolo."
I like the words "you live."

Description
I see with my ears,
I hear with my eyes.
Not a special start,
but does anyone know why?
I open my eyes only when the need arises.
I could live with my eyes closed,
but I would need a dark corner to hide my body in.
My mind would run free,
my body would stay on the floor.
Mind and soul,
images and sound,
songs and life,
silence and death.

Many dance with death and sing "yolo" for fun.
If you ask me,
that's one crappy run.
I'd rather walk along a painted line on the ground,
pretend it's a tightrope,
that's my big splash of excitement.
If I fell off the painted line I stomp my foot and try again.
Isn't that better then trying for the end?
Your game of living once is coming to an end,
did you do everything you wanted?
Did you have time to sit and watch the stars sparkle?
Did you see a sunrise?
Did you see a sunset?
Your slang is all about fast times and the rush of being alive,
but to see the world in motion means more to me than seeing people move.
The world is much more alive than you and I.
You take the beauty you see every day for granted,
thinking it'll always be there to see.
When your "yolo" ride comes to an end,
what will you look back on and see then?
Did you have fun skydiving,
or stargazing?
Wouldn't it feel fuller to say 'yes' twice rather than once?

"You Only Live Once," you all say.
If you ask me,
I've already lived several times,
several lives.
Each day is different,
if you so choose.
Each hour is a new life for you,
but you don't realize that,
do you?

There you go again,
bungee chord bringing you back to step one.
You had your rush,
but was it really enough?
A life of fun is nothing to be proud of.
Your purpose in life;
I hardly doubt it is all about you!
I've always thought we live for someone else,
our lives are tied by an elegant red string.
It drips with the blood we all bleed,
connecting us all as the same breed.
Animals and humans,
we are all classified by the selfish thoughts of poor individuals who think little of our world.
Humans are the lowest class if you think about it,
we have no true senses.
We have what we call emotions,
and if a dog cannot cry it doesn't have a soul.
Screw that,
what kind of a person says that?
Eyes are the window to the soul they say,
I see vacancy in all of you humans.
I see a world within a dog's eyes.
She was blind,
but her eye color was the only thing dulled.
I still saw more love and care than I ever did from another human.

I close my eyes and see colors and silhouettes instead of numbers or letters,
go ahead and say my brain is messed up,
I will always be glad that it is so!
I am not limited to "once" like the rest of you.
I see thousands of colors,
thousands of lives,
thousands of seconds that turn into hours if you let them.
One word blossoms into many,
but one scream is only one.
Excitement isn't bad,
do not misunderstand,
but there's more to life than a raging pulse.
Might as well go face a raging bull.
Say "yolo" then,
tell me,
do you have no say in how you got here?
Didn't you jump onto its back for a thrill?
Running with the bulls was a choice you made,
a waver you signed with your own hand, not God's.

You only live once if you choose for it to be that way.
I chose to live many lives,
and I'm having fun just as well without a one-track mind.
Sometimes I feel overwhelmed by all I think,
scared and wishing it could calm down,
but if you offered to take it away I would refuse.

I don't like the made up word "yolo."
I like the words "you live."