I climb trees in my mind, just to finally reside,
by a river where I can streamline.
I observe peoples paces as they try to deny,
that time has a way of making the blind even lie.
These days carry on just to make a new night,
cause' the moon has a way of welcoming all foreseen fights.
Then the morning drapes itself in white,
while soaking up the broken stones,
Thrown the night before.
I might have broken all of the ties,
but I still think of you from time to time.
You hang your humor out for all to see,
cause' you know with truth comes responsibility.
-M
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