flying from the cornfields, balancing the difference, never upsetting the force.
seeing from ur minds eye, it enver being the reality of the matter of factly.
the sun coming up
running for the coast is never ending
birthday candles are blwon out, smoke billowing up around the lady
wishes never comign tru
last chances passing as waves
never tuned
always out of shock
plug the cord in
and let them in
emotions nrising higher adn higher
crashing into planes
causing destruction
always on tiem, never early but always too soon
late is never the option
stop looking at the hourglass, ur done and out of sand
there no way to get it back, no way to fill it up
so let it in
breath slowly
steam rising
temperature getting higher
clouds falling like fluff
smakcing the ground liek a wet towel
the sky is falling
ash surrounding
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