Don't be surprised if one day, I up and leave you for greener pastures, because that's just the type of guy I am. If I want to leave, I'm going to leave. If I want something, I take it for my own.
One day I'll leave you, I promise, one day I'll be just a memory, but my legacy remains forever. You will not know the day or the hour, but it is coming. There's no way anyone could possibly predict the end.
I'm an open book without any writing. The things you will read are the things you leave with me. Good times, bad times, regardless of what it is, it will be recorded.
Once the book is full, the decision will be made, and the action will be completed. For that is the way of Leggy, the noble one.
-----
For Leggy is the strength within us all, the power that unites us, and leads us to both prosperity and despair. Leggy, the one who begins where it ends, and ends where new beginnings are born.
He is timeless, existing beyond the metaphysical boundries that the rest of the mortal coil succumb to. Leggy has no meaning, no purpose, but he is, just because he can. To him, life and death are androgynous, for both are one in the same.
To those who call him friend, they understand beyond one thing, the biggest truth of all.
Leggy is full of s***.
Don't be surprised if one day, I up and leave you for greener pastures, because that's just the type of guy I am. If I want to leave, I'm going to leave. If I want something, I take it for my own.
One day I'll leave you, I promise, one day I'll be just a memory, but my legacy remains forever. You will not know the day or the hour, but it is coming. There's no way anyone could possibly predict the end.
I'm an open book without any writing. The things you will read are the things you leave with me. Good times, bad times, regardless of what it is, it will be recorded.
Once the book is full, the decision will be made, and the action will be completed. For that is the way of Leggy, the noble one.
-----
For Leggy is the strength within us all, the power that unites us, and leads us to both prosperity and despair. Leggy, the one who begins where it ends, and ends where new beginnings are born.
He is timeless, existing beyond the metaphysical boundries that the rest of the mortal coil succumb to. Leggy has no meaning, no purpose, but he is, just because he can. To him, life and death are androgynous, for both are one in the same.
To those who call him friend, they understand beyond one thing, the biggest truth of all.
Leggy is full of s***.