The Composition's Cursehome

There was this man walking down the path of the flower’s garden
The Man roamed the land empty-handed since his journey started
It wasn’t a thing to him, the beauty of the flowers sing to him
They would bring to him, surrealistic vision of satin rhythm

Over time he had written his visions in compositions
But every time he wrote a song the flowers always wilted
And faded away like the excitement of life within him
The bonds that he would form always seemed to end again

And Again and again and again and again
It was like “Damn man! When will THIS shit end?
He couldn’t help but feel like an outta control pendulum
He said peace to the beauties no more lyrics he would send to them

He’d still be catchin them outta the corner of his eye
But he ignored his peripheral he stared straight up at the sky
He coulda been content this way until the day that he’d die
But as he stared at the sky he saw the electric butterfly

As he sighted her before he could look back at the sky
She’d spread her wings with electricity as she’d psychedelically fly
The surrealism of the moment had this man tongue-tied
He felt alive again almost like… he’d never died

Resist the allurement futile attempts as he tried
Fixated on fertility without questioning why
Well he questioned for a little bit but you know how this shit can get
He could deny it all he wants but he was completely into it

He was grippin it at the same time almost lettin go of it
She chauffeured his slip into ecstasy as she bit his lip
He reached a point where it was obviously stick or split and quit
So he let the butterfly electrify begin the bliss

He never asked for her, he never even needed her
Until of course he needed her then… he’d even breath for her
He’d even bleed for her, life had become a blur
If he lost his electric butterfly then there would be no her

There would be only hurt but this he didn’t deserve
It was a bond that he felt like he finally had earned
He knew he could get burned but his heart still yearned
So he stuck with his butterfly as her wings flipped and turned

  With an electric Seductiveness….
…………………………………..
She crept into his consciousness…

…………… She’d flutter
her wings…….Just like this:

Astounded and pounded by the heart in his ribcage
He was completely shocked by the maturity of her young age
He’d never felt so free so natural with his tendencies
The void where his stomach plumettes was no longer empty
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There was a distinctiveness to the voltage of her kiss
He just figured whishes come true even if ya never wish
It’s like he’d floored straight to sixty without touchin the throttle
It’s like he’d sprung his jasmined genie without rubbin the bottle

Dreams aint built this strong but “This one’s built to last”
He felt so confident he lost the common sense of his past
It was a bright sunny day with his butterfly he’d lay
He finally reached the “point” where his “ball pen” could say

What it was it had to say it wrote in full tilt
Although he knew in the past his songs would make his flowers wilt
But he felt like his butterfly was an obvious exception
So he composed a composition of lyrically perfection

She was the muse to his music he felt he couldn’t lose it
Their soul body mind at first the song would fuse it
So he fed her his creation like an psychedelic blotter
And just like he thought the connection grew stronger

And electrically they fused as compassion had showed
As the sun set to dark these two souls glowed
He didn’t boast or gloat he just hoped his hope would float
Unlike the rest of his boats which seemed to sink in moats

But in peril of the buoyancy of the boat there was a poke
To the side of his vessel begin the vortex scope

It was all fine they’d both happily bide their time
Until one day he caught a thought trapped inside her mind
At first he let it go cuz jealousy annoys ya
But he couldn’t ignore the vividness of red-flag paranoia

Right before his silence when she’d ask “what is it?”
His friend who’s just like him strolled up the trail for a visit
And he could hear his footsteps
(footsteps)

ACAPELLA----
Just like it had been for him his friend sparked curiosity
The butterfly responded with an intense luminosity  -----END ACAPELLA

She fluttered, she teased, the chemistry was clear
The void where his stomach plumetts began to reappear

She didn’t mention the connection but intuition aint wrong
The common bond they had was soon to be gone

He saw the electricity in their conversation simplicity
Is quite often more complicated than it really needs to be
To fuck the matter up worse the friend seemed to match better
She was a pupil and the friend had college letters on his sweater

They shared similar interests although she tried to hide it
But when he looked into her eyes her soul couldn’t deny it

DRAMATIC OUTRO BRIDGE

He felt like a fugitive so he fled like he was Harrison
Until he had to confront his butterfly expose the embarrassment
He wished that they could be together to watch true love flow
But the curse of the composition had led him to let her go

He had to cope with caustic stress but he had no idea how
So he wrote the very song you just listened to now…0

So now this man walks down the path of the flowers garden
He roams the land empty handed just like his journey started…..