Shadows behind my spiraled dreams
whimsical roses underneath my self-esteem
I wake up late for the early bird to see
hindering the beam of light under its wing
Illusion, such novelty for the marred eyesight
wandering on the wonder of winding woo
Because it's autumn on the upside down world
while you enjoy the warmth of your spring sky
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 3:58 PM UTC
Shadows behind my spiraled dreams
whimsical roses underneath my self-esteem
I wake up late for the early bird to see
hindering the beam of light under its wing
Illusion, such novelty for the marred eyesight
wandering on the wonder of winding woo
Because it's autumn on the upside down world
while you enjoy the warmth of your spring sky
The days that you cry there's somebody smiling, feeling blessed for being alive.
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