When springtime comes here
It means summer is closer
Time just flies away
Looking closer now,
I see the depths of color.
Taking in the sight
The nectar of Life
fills my stomach to disgust
The aches are my Life
Blowing, blowing hard
The speed of prgress is quick
I hope I keep up
Dying winds cry out
of their lost of love unknown
Despair fills their soul
Before and After,
I start the same way I end
Each and everyday
All the people loom
Before a shy, nervous me
Walls are closing in
Quickening the pace,
I press forward much faster
Until I reach it
High above the trees
is the sun too bright for ye,
Overcast suits me
Zipping through your life
is the most unfortunate
Practice of living
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