I can still see the bulbous lights over the courtyard
How they hanging there resembled a December holiday
And when the night could no longer march forward
I'd lay me down and meditate with the soft glowing rays
I can still remember the old cracked fountain
When the swells of spring where all full of strife
It would overflow down the mountain
And join another person's life
Do you remember the electric lines entangling the sky
Their poles rising up to the matte sky like pylons
The dusk would burn out our eyes
And my shoulder was for you to lean on
Life was so much more back then
At the apex of humanity
At childhoods end
We are met with insanity
Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 12:58 AM UTC
I can still see the bulbous lights over the courtyard
How they hanging there resembled a December holiday
And when the night could no longer march forward
I'd lay me down and meditate with the soft glowing rays
I can still remember the old cracked fountain
When the swells of spring where all full of strife
It would overflow down the mountain
And join another person's life
Do you remember the electric lines entangling the sky
Their poles rising up to the matte sky like pylons
The dusk would burn out our eyes
And my shoulder was for you to lean on
Life was so much more back then
At the apex of humanity
At childhoods end
We are met with insanity
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