an euphoric feeling this
like flutterin' butterflies yeah
thinkin' of death, smilin'
right now, typin' this
it tingles and ascends
up but not out
weak and feeble this
a moment can start it
and end it too
strange as it may
there's no yearnin'
there's no will
plain ol', curiosity this.
'cos life, tis' but
dust in the wind
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 1:41 PM UTC
an euphoric feeling this
like flutterin' butterflies yeah
thinkin' of death, smilin'
right now, typin' this
it tingles and ascends
up but not out
weak and feeble this
a moment can start it
and end it too
strange as it may
there's no yearnin'
there's no will
plain ol', curiosity this.
'cos life, tis' but
dust in the wind
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