Midas

- The Files -

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I'm Midas
You want the touch
But I wear gloves
Honey, 'tis our fate to rust

You can't rush time
Time can rush you down
We're mere dust grain
We're fools with plastic crowns

If I'm ruled by fear
Then I'm the sea 
And I can slow you down
But you're here to win
Maybe you can show me how

We give meaning to meaningless things
Rocks are made into promise rings
Like a rhyme scheme, you make no sense
Words come together to form a sentence

Poke by poke 
I stabbed myself
Until I bled out
Antidote
I drank my poison
Until it crashed me down

The mountain Gods,
They look over me
I'm the creation of the divine and nature
I'm ivy

If you show your hand
I'll show you mine
I'll give you the land
But there's a lock to the mine

I was born of the stars
They decided to cover my name in scars
But you're like me
Sent from deity

I'm ruled by fear
I'm the sea
But it can't swallow me down
You played a joke on me
Because you're Poseidon

I'm Midas
You want the touch
I've worn gloves
Not anymore
     
                                                                                                                                           Smith

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April 4th 2024

-A gift turned into a curse, a curse turned into a gift-

1. photograph: June 2024 by me