Echoes reverberated on the sidewalk of demise.
To be so consecrated, but never feel so wise.
The sky never was alone.
Feeling the light in what you'll never call home.
To feel the noise and then just disappear,
Only needed to make sense.
Commitment dangles so it's unclear, under false pretense.
Stand behind the line. Better safe than sorry.
Don't face the sign.
I'm so proud of myself! Right as we speak, I'm trying to write the second verse. Exciting, I know. Things are gonna start speeding up a little. I just wanna write, write, write. And if I don't have time, whatever is in my way will have to wait.
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