Our pardon was granted, and you devilishly say we can never just go back to who we were. All these seeds we planted, come crawling down like our laughter is the rain, but our quiet is the goddamn floor. But, we, we will never let the water seep through the cracks, like it's just the blue, blue sky that we've always lacked. Yes, we, we would never trade our syntax just for a couple of laughs.

But, why, then why did you turn to those perilous skies, and let our eyes burn?

Chariots of green, I thought would ease my search, could ease my spleen. But they turned obscene, as they finally wheeled away my nerves to find the meaning. But, time, time will never tame my soul, as my will is composed of wheels only made to roll. Yes, time, time silently stares as I move on by, moments of hope only now seen as white.

But, why, then why did I turn to those perilous skies, and let our eyes burn?

There are things we will never know, and times of bright, bright, bright yellow.
Times where we've tried to grow, and only stubbed our thumbs.
Cataracts we didn't know, and the sun of bright, bright, bright yellow.
To drench our skin, and to wrestle our fate, and clearly demonstrate all that can go wrong.


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