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Out on the Surface

Jacob Rowell

Out on the surface, the winners win

Out on the surface, the market’s rich

The buyers go to the sellers store

The poor are kept under the porch

 

Out on the surface, it’s exchange and rearrange

And there’s no way to keep up just selling the same things

The days go fast and never last

And toil makes no room for wonderings

 

Out on the surface, everyone’s okay

And when your online, there’s no showing pain

Ignore the hate, and every weight

Cuz you’re either loved or you ain’t

 

Out on the surface, it doesn’t matter

Out on the surface it’s all matter

There’s no maker, no reason for this

It’s not that deep, here on the surface

 

Out on the surface, there’s no right or wrong

If you really think about it, but you might think too long

And there’s none of that on the surface

If you are always feeling pleasure there’s no need for purpose

Out on the surface, there is no pain

You shouldn’t feel it, it’s a dead weight

You keep it to yourself, there’s no time for health

Because it’s all solved with surface wealth

 

But

Out on the surface, the storms weather

And houses crumble, and it doesn’t get better

And everyone knows it but no one shows it

That this world isn’t everything we see and notice

 

In a world of hierarchy based on high status

The race to win needs a brief hiatus

If someone would only take the first step

But to dig down is to descend

And it’s so easy nowadays

To keep what’s under pushed away

And you could go your whole life on top

Walking on thin ice

That you refuse to admit will break

 

And for you I grieve

How long will it take for them to see

That building a house

with a foundation underneath

Is the right way to live

And there was right all along

And the phrase “it’s not that deep”

Couldn’t be more wrong.

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