Some prowess in literary expressionis needed
every time you blink an eye
some time is essential
to buffer the point to where
we decide right and wrong
we're walking downhill
with a burned hand and a promise of love
we're all running from something
that came up as a place
we lost so long ago
some very little awareness
is needed, just to watch
just to observe
to lend an ear
to all the whispers that surround us
like that time you slept on the airport floor
listening to all those changes in C minor
we're all sleeping beauties
from very close
you can hear our breath, our heavy breath
on the pillow our mother gave us
and just before. just before you make that final decision
you make a right on that final fork
you look at it all:
it's been good. it's been good.
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