The pendulum strikes!
He asks for more time, but...

Wet cement wreaks of
newspapers and cigarettes...

Free runner
Laughing at the wind...

Lyrics...

I bear no burden but of clothes
Restricting a flexibility of limbs...

Clear beads cloud my brow
As I roll my head back on my neck...

They are the same
Waving homemade banners...

I'm sitting upstairs,
more like pooling as cold milk does in a bowl...

I listen to a song about mothers and daughters
Hey mama, is this song about you...

Her love is confusing for them, but moreso for...
She wants them to speak...

Sleepily, she trickles across wedged rocks
and mossy boulders...

Cool wind whisks my face
The glass window cracked open...