See there is a legend told amongst the ages of alchemy.
That there comes a time where a substance arises exemplifying irony.
Something that could turn inexpensive metals into gold.
But maybe the legend was more metaphorical to its worth of hold.
I thought at hand that ecstasy was this certain stone that gave way to new perspective.
After all love was the magic that made simplicity the perfect elective.
But it led me to a real love that kind of put the whole thing to rest.
Maybe the philosopher's stone was love's actuality of a test?
See I kind of played the whole passing back the stone for a more delightful day.
A little game that can be played along and help pave the way.
How much do you love me? We all know that one.
This much or that much please can you tell me hun?
Past Mars or Jupiter you see how the planets can bring back perspective light.
But I always played past Pluto because I knew it held the most delight.
Wasn't that game Philosophy at is finest take?
How far can we take our love and prove our mind's away with no heartache.
Well I guess it must just be the irony of the whole situation.
I must have thought passed our love into a whole new equation.
But that is ok because I know the route that has to be taken.
Truth on top of words allow for understanding there was no faking.
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