Insatiable instincts invade my cognitions
Desperate for relief and feigning for that feeling
Unfortunate likeness too comfortable to express
Exuberance for consistency and conversation starters

Never tame a turtle, barrels at your temples
Given the circumstances, don’t we all like soup?
Why climb a wall that is horizontal
It might be easier to stand and walk away

Though triviality traders with hopeful ambitions
And serial synchronizers who kept the rhythm
When lingering linguistics turn into slippery slopes
Insist that it was nothing that ever passed our way

Why climb a wall that is horizontal?

It might be easier to stand and walk away.