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Binge Queen

by Richard

−0.1747 + 0.4270i

Drawing the boundary…

This Life which seemes so faire

by William Drummond

−0.1726 + 0.4101i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

Binge Queen

by Richard

Woke up with glitter in my hair, phone on the floor
Empty pizza boxes, what am I living for?
Another weekend lost, a blurry memory maze
Guess moderation's just a word from bygone days

Call me Queen of Excess, champion of the splurge
Got a one-track mind, gotta feed the urge
Ice cream for breakfast, dancing 'til the dawn
Living life in fast-forward, can't hit the pause button

Binge on laughter, binge on tears, binge on everything in sight
Yeah, I'm a binger, baby, living life on overdrive
Got a million feelings, gotta feel them all at once
Maybe it's a problem, but I'm having way too much fun

Got a closet full of clothes, haven't worn them twice
Books on the shelf, unread stories and advice
But tonight's a dance party, a one-woman show
Let the music take control, let the good times flow

Call me Queen of Excess, champion of the splurge
Got a one-track mind, gotta feed the urge
Sparkling wine for lunch, karaoke 'til I'm hoarse
Living life in technicolor, can't ignore the force

Binge on laughter, binge on tears, binge on everything in sight
Yeah, I'm a binger, baby, living life on overdrive
Got a million feelings, gotta feel them all at once
Maybe it's a problem, but I'm burning way too bright

Maybe someday I'll slow down, take a breath and see
But for now, I'm chasing rainbows, wild and fancy free

Binge on life, binge on love, yeah, I'm a binger, that's enough

This Life which seemes so faire

by William Drummond

This Life which seemes so faire,
Is like a Bubble blowen up in the Aire,
By sporting Childrens Breath,
Who chase it every where,
And strive who can most Motion it bequeath:
And though it sometime seeme of its owne Might
(Like to an Eye of gold) to be fix'd there,
And firme to hover in that emptie Hight,
That only is because it is so light,
But in that Pompe it doth not long appeare;
For even when most admir'd, it in a Thought
As swell'd from nothing, doth dissolve in nought.

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