Waking up
It’s me again...
Dressed in many forms
sneaks to rope another breath...
Ticking tick, ticking tick tick.
The lines are running slick...
The giant obelisk
rose to the sky...
At night I dream of suns so bright
Of flowers wilting up with fright...
I think I’m okay, or perhaps, I am more than...
Who knows...
We are the Star Wars Society,
We're full of variety...
TRANSMISSION RECEIVED
Model#825RETROS...
Being a fly on the wall is so overrated;
though I wish I didn't have to find out the hard...
Sullen and fallen
The leaves danced and swayed...
My broken bones of transparency.
My head filled with meanlingless lies...
From the sky
you can see the angels cry...