I think I'm going to blow away
And see what happens as the moss turns into trees.
I think I'm going to run away
And watch each river incandescently freeze.
But when the time comes to accept the end of my mobility,
I will tilt back and wonder about all the other inbetweens.
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 11:19 AM UTC
I think I'm going to blow away
And see what happens as the moss turns into trees.
I think I'm going to run away
And watch each river incandescently freeze.
But when the time comes to accept the end of my mobility,
I will tilt back and wonder about all the other inbetweens.
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