What if we already hit ceiling the life we tease is really just fleeting.
The place you sit is the seat you stow
Reap what you stole the moments and the remote controls
Made it through the hallway
Hopefully this isn't appalling
A room where the mold holds up
Many walls made of tinder
Too few thanks in the lowest holes
A flower to tomb
A fire to comb flames make a boom
On soon forgot the bison burger on the railing
Meant to make it but now I'm taken
Bits of bacons really changed the depths and textures
Morning mud
Find a new news and soak in the snooze
I'm just suggesting to really see it as it is
A basket with blue true trim
Call it how you see It
Ooze from the sludge
A bruise from a nudge
I'm at the abyss with a new set of lungs
Breathing in
The love watching the walls burn to dung
See it how it is
Born a new bridge with wood from an old bench
Looked upon stranger who don't care where's your nature
A savior to an eraser
All the expressions now void
Now the turn flip the cards next with the table
Demand meaning explore options
Hope the one in front loses his shoes
And maybe a few inches
Look taller in a mall milling about the differences
Between you and I
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