Just like post-rocks, when it started to play,
My skies turned mellow and
It was windy out there.
It reminds me, of who I wanted to be,
It just reminds you in a way,
Everything seems dull but wonderful at the same time.
Like dried grass on my lawn,
Dried, but still alive.
A person only needs a small amount of
Food to live,
Doesn’t matter if its food for your soul or
Body, as long as the person eats it.
They shall live.
I envy the birds in the morning,
They sing, dance, and play with each other
And none of them had a fight or heartbreaks.
And it breaks them from us; they have a happy ending
That last forever.
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