This is it
Summer has ended
all that fighting
and so much defending
over now, the Sun is low
All is different, which way to go?
at this point of no turning back
if you doubled my birthdays life I'd lack
Does this mean that Fall is here?
am I the man in the old chair?
looking back at all that was
or looking up for a cosmic buzz?
when things go down they pick up speed
that's all fun until someone bleeds,
and the blood is thinner now
they say it's not right
'you better stay here'
in hospice tonight
unfriendly mirrors and scales abound
putting us early into the ground
chained and locked in the belly of the ship
we feel the boat start to tip...
slowly...
the fearless smile, things are getting good
after all this pain, they're leaving the hood
this day
as it slips
into night
we slip
as we fall
into the night
but night it is for the shell only
when 'I' take off I'll leave ole' boney
for the fire
and fly beyond
all things celestial
land as I will this time not bestial
so bring on Fall and its declination
prepare for flight
a new destination!
Winter
Spring
Summer
Fall
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