This brings us to the end of our journey
Let this serve as an epilogue for the crises we've ventured thus far
Rather than a eulogy, putting them, and I, to rest
Traditionally, this would be the time for me to tie any loose ends
But I'm so tightly strung, and I've already reached my wit's end
I'm landing feet first in a back dive
Evading being alive
Walking a tight line
Seeking out a sign
It'll be fine
Sometime
When will the outcome be worth the plight?
How can I succeed in a state of constant fight or flight?
Where could I be if only for separate choices?
Would I be free, not succumbing to the voices?
It's a mystery, eternally
Past, present, and to come (mmm)
I've altered my memory
To save me from someone unlike me
I don't wish to see what life could be
Just give me control, teach me how to breathe
Relinquish me from the grasp I have on me
'Lest I breathe my last gasp, and never see
My child's smile; a clean health file
Finances green; natural dopamine
I dream, true, but don't want for much
Some health, some wealth. Am I out of touch?
To think life could be greater than
A splintered spoon and book ban?
God forbid the children learn
Truths that were, are, and will be
God forbid the people yearn
For fulfillment intellectually
How can anyone be happy without first knowing the opposite?
If this is fact, then my happiness must be imminent
Perhaps sometime in the future, when I dive into a pool
I will dive in gracefully head first
Not backwards, upside-down
(Feet on the ground
Looking to the sky
Wishing I could die)
Looking like a fool.
Kayla Chibok - Epilogus Lyrics
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English
This brings us to the end of our journey
Let this serve as an epilogue for the crises we've ventured thus far
Rather than a eulogy, putting them, and I, to rest
Traditionally, this would be the time for me to tie any loose ends
But I'm so tightly strung, and I've already reached my wit's end
I'm landing feet first in a back dive
Evading being alive
Walking a tight line
Seeking out a sign
It'll be fine
Sometime
When will the outcome be worth the plight?
How can I succeed in a state of constant fight or flight?
Where could I be if only for separate choices?
Would I be free, not succumbing to the voices?
It's a mystery, eternally
Past, present, and to come (mmm)
I've altered my memory
To save me from someone unlike me
I don't wish to see what life could be
Just give me control, teach me how to breathe
Relinquish me from the grasp I have on me
'Lest I breathe my last gasp, and never see
My child's smile; a clean health file
Finances green; natural dopamine
I dream, true, but don't want for much
Some health, some wealth. Am I out of touch?
To think life could be greater than
A splintered spoon and book ban?
God forbid the children learn
Truths that were, are, and will be
God forbid the people yearn
For fulfillment intellectually
How can anyone be happy without first knowing the opposite?
If this is fact, then my happiness must be imminent
Perhaps sometime in the future, when I dive into a pool
I will dive in gracefully head first
Not backwards, upside-down
(Feet on the ground
Looking to the sky
Wishing I could die)
Looking like a fool.
Let this serve as an epilogue for the crises we've ventured thus far
Rather than a eulogy, putting them, and I, to rest
Traditionally, this would be the time for me to tie any loose ends
But I'm so tightly strung, and I've already reached my wit's end
I'm landing feet first in a back dive
Evading being alive
Walking a tight line
Seeking out a sign
It'll be fine
Sometime
When will the outcome be worth the plight?
How can I succeed in a state of constant fight or flight?
Where could I be if only for separate choices?
Would I be free, not succumbing to the voices?
It's a mystery, eternally
Past, present, and to come (mmm)
I've altered my memory
To save me from someone unlike me
I don't wish to see what life could be
Just give me control, teach me how to breathe
Relinquish me from the grasp I have on me
'Lest I breathe my last gasp, and never see
My child's smile; a clean health file
Finances green; natural dopamine
I dream, true, but don't want for much
Some health, some wealth. Am I out of touch?
To think life could be greater than
A splintered spoon and book ban?
God forbid the children learn
Truths that were, are, and will be
God forbid the people yearn
For fulfillment intellectually
How can anyone be happy without first knowing the opposite?
If this is fact, then my happiness must be imminent
Perhaps sometime in the future, when I dive into a pool
I will dive in gracefully head first
Not backwards, upside-down
(Feet on the ground
Looking to the sky
Wishing I could die)
Looking like a fool.
Writer: Kayla Chibok
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