In fact, I would say this trend continues into songs and friendships of high quality also.
Does this problem emanate from in me, from inside others, or from both?
I’m inclined to think it’s both, but not in ways you might expect.
Of the many, many songs I could quote, I’ll go with this one:
Sailing on the seven seize the day tripper diem’s readyJack the ripper Owens Wilson Phillips and my supper’s readyLucy in the sky with diamond Dave’s not here I come to save theDay for nightmare cinema show me the way to get back home againRunning forwardFalling backSpinning round and roundLooking outwardReaching inScream without a soundLeaning overCrawling upStumbling all aroundLosing my placeOnly to find I’ve come full circleFlying off the handle be careful withThat axe Eugene gene the dance machineMessiah light my fire gabba gabbaHey hey my my generation’s home again
I wrote a poem something like that in high school–one line bleeding into the next. I wonder if I can find it somewhere.
It's a Dream Theater song. Octavarium. Just a song I was listening to at the time, was all.