You sit awake
and wonder what it must’ve
been like,
to climb against the air in whatever
life
you should choose.
Every search lay vacant beside
the pile of wasted time you have
allowed.
(Rather) not for
nothing, we’ll see where this one
takes us
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 12:24 AM UTC
You sit awake
and wonder what it must’ve
been like,
to climb against the air in whatever
life
you should choose.
Every search lay vacant beside
the pile of wasted time you have
allowed.
(Rather) not for
nothing, we’ll see where this one
takes us
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