Take a little break from that manual constant cycle of breathe for a moment.
Step in and halt what you haven’t thought about in years. man the reigns;
Don’t worry, we’ll still be here when you get back to reality.
Now, how did it feel to hold your life in your own hands for a change?
Did that splice of time where you were in control, did that wake you up?
Are you haunted by the fact that organs are meant to fail, skin is meant to crack, and light is meant to thin and flatten amongst ozonic plagues that cling to paths of cloudy whispers?
A mere river is worthy of the same opportunities
To try and fail, to leap and wail,
To listen and accept, to deny and regret,
As any other blink of matter might ever have.
You’ve wasted so much time, spent your last dime
Trying to fly, you wanted to fly.
You've wasted so much time.
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