There is vacant
cloudy smoke in my mind.
These thoughts are
extreme roller coaster rides,
the moments turn
into a fun filled vaction.
Only my head
controls the time.
They say that
the good always dies young,
but that just
is not right.
How can something die
when I have
too much fun,
and all these thoughts
play in my head tonight?
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 1:27 PM UTC
There is vacant
cloudy smoke in my mind.
These thoughts are
extreme roller coaster rides,
the moments turn
into a fun filled vaction.
Only my head
controls the time.
They say that
the good always dies young,
but that just
is not right.
How can something die
when I have
too much fun,
and all these thoughts
play in my head tonight?
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