Like fog on the ground, I hang around till the sun burns me out.
There is a beauty that we all miss, of those warm mornings we stroll through absentmindedly. The mountains blown to valleys, a transformation missed just outside our computer screens. I trapped a butterfly in the greenhouse, but I let her go today. Fluttering away to the music kept in my veins...
Spin your web, with your eight eyes a splintered vision doesn't give you a full picture. And I'm just one more hypocrite, another compromise that doesn't quite fit. All the questions, like how do birds know when to take flight, does the forest feel the undergrowth crushed under toe, why do we no longer care...I have no answers.
Like fog on the ground, we all hang around till the sun burns us out.
There is a beauty that we all miss, of those warm mornings we stroll through absentmindedly. The mountains blown to valleys, a transformation missed just outside our computer screens. I trapped a butterfly in the greenhouse, but I let her go today. Fluttering away to the music kept in my veins...
Spin your web, with your eight eyes a splintered vision doesn't give you a full picture. And I'm just one more hypocrite, another compromise that doesn't quite fit. All the questions, like how do birds know when to take flight, does the forest feel the undergrowth crushed under toe, why do we no longer care...I have no answers.
Like fog on the ground, we all hang around till the sun burns us out.
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azkadellia:
It seems to be done already. Nothing was really said.
azkadellia:
I don't know. Apparently she had some crazy dream about me.