Hey you, lingering in bed
Don’t you know, there’s a beautiful world ahead
The ticking urges yet quite never stops
{but} Is this an enough reason to rush after the clock?
Hey you….
Hey you, the dawn delays I know
If in night, maybe a new way would be nice way to go
There are chances and gaps open to proceed
Even though it’s much easier to simply sit and bleed
Sing to Her: (and we’ll live one thousand years)
Hey you surrounded by four walls
Somewhere and sometimes even an angel falls
It’s ok gravity so dictates
Chosen lips can’t be crypts to wayward fates.
Hey you
Hey you, drowning in November’s shed
Outside open fields and fresh air to breathe instead
The shadows of the brittle human mind
Postpone our walk on a wistful little line
Sing to Her: (and we’ll live one thousand years)
(nachio)
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