We kept repeating
like the Sun
the Moon
a warm and sweet slippery shivery
swirling whirling crumbling tool
We deny and we cry, "Why oh why!"
but yet again
We tumble and fall
down the dark glittery path
in a moment, to own it
the taste
a sip
a tip
a spicy enticing bubbly broth
We try and try to grip the glass
a reflection
Our connection to a hollowed brass
Yet we spin among sharp red thorns
whose needles produce our watery tears
But we say, "We have one more day."
To make a grab to gain a step and we will be free at last
But the Sun
the Moon repeats
a swirl In
a whirl
...in its past...
like the Sun
the Moon
a warm and sweet slippery shivery
swirling whirling crumbling tool
We deny and we cry, "Why oh why!"
but yet again
We tumble and fall
down the dark glittery path
in a moment, to own it
the taste
a sip
a tip
a spicy enticing bubbly broth
We try and try to grip the glass
a reflection
Our connection to a hollowed brass
Yet we spin among sharp red thorns
whose needles produce our watery tears
But we say, "We have one more day."
To make a grab to gain a step and we will be free at last
But the Sun
the Moon repeats
a swirl In
a whirl
...in its past...
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