I want
to work
my Vision.

Oh, I pretend
I remember,
'way
back when:

The day was
my expected
day of arrival.

It was so hard
to move around.

I didn't
want
to come out..

..I didn't
know
what was
out there,
and I guess
I had
enough
distractions
as it were.

-Brake-

Flash!
'dollars to donuts.

If I get
my feet
back on
solid ground,
or,
if you
ring
that
bell,
a mad
dog
will
come
a runnin',

and
you'd
wish
that you
could
motor
just a
little bit faster.


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