Are we getting old
Too old…to….you know
I never thought it could come to this
Something special lost to the rivers flow
We are flying low
too close for comfort
just to release some fuel
release something when pressures come
You never know your body
It makes no connection
No correction as you fall over and over and over
until you stand straight again
It’s like we are drunk
on nothing but breathing air
and seeing you over there
never getting closer
never getting over you
It’s nothing good but nothing bad
Weight has gone flying alone
Okay I can speak at last
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