how do we breathe when the air is thin polluted with the smoke and the ash of world’s tragic end embracing the threads of a destiny we cannot feel time ticks away on the broken clock of infinity left alone barely alive and deathly ill too late to alert...
i ride a gentle breeze dipping and twisting and swaying in time with the pulse of my mistress
one day when i am old should i live that long and the earth doesn’t explode and the sun doesn’t burn us to a crisp and melt our bones will i i wonder see peace true peace
when that freedom calls from across the river wild horses could not impede my path never stop the beating of my heart never keep me down don’t hide the sun from my eyes let me see the world i will inherit this moment ancient blood flowing through my veins...
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