Very tedious balancing acts leave us impressed.
Your not Atlas, though.
Life could punch through you like you're dough.
It would have done the same to me.
With that said, throw in the towel.
You go forth and people will don the mask and cowl.
This bus has no driver or brakes.
We lie on the floor awaiting our fates.
For a fiery crash that makes the neighborhood awake.
Or maybe that was too pessimistic.
Get off your ***
Atlas can't say "I'll pass".
Must they shove you in there?
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 8:56 PM UTC
Very tedious balancing acts leave us impressed.
Your not Atlas, though.
Life could punch through you like you're dough.
It would have done the same to me.
With that said, throw in the towel.
You go forth and people will don the mask and cowl.
This bus has no driver or brakes.
We lie on the floor awaiting our fates.
For a fiery crash that makes the neighborhood awake.
Or maybe that was too pessimistic.
Get off your ***
Atlas can't say "I'll pass".
Must they shove you in there?
Keep your eyes open.