The red tail lights brighten my perceptive heights,
of where we all go?
Scurrying like squirrels tails trying to get
the task completed.
Why?...Is it that important to your very existence.
Think not!
But running, keeps us amazed.
Through the darkest glaze of taillight throw.
Just wondering why I'm running too?
Through the open slumber of poison slew.
One day I hope to get off the track of frozen life.
God, it's cold down here.
Can't you hear are breathe?
Your love will never set before my eyes, till the world is renewed.
False face set before a betowed time
For she did not know it, her sin was greater than he.
Now scurry along to your squeaky wheels.
Till the end of your time.
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 12:32 PM UTC
The red tail lights brighten my perceptive heights,
of where we all go?
Scurrying like squirrels tails trying to get
the task completed.
Why?...Is it that important to your very existence.
Think not!
But running, keeps us amazed.
Through the darkest glaze of taillight throw.
Just wondering why I'm running too?
Through the open slumber of poison slew.
One day I hope to get off the track of frozen life.
God, it's cold down here.
Can't you hear are breathe?
Your love will never set before my eyes, till the world is renewed.
False face set before a betowed time
For she did not know it, her sin was greater than he.
Now scurry along to your squeaky wheels.
Till the end of your time.
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