My brakes sound like a herd of small elephants
You can hear me coming
Like a chainsaw
The clocks went back and now I’m cycling in the light
The old hunchback waits to cross the road but I’m going too fast to slow down
And even if I did slow down the herd of small elephants would scare him to death
I want to keep on going In and out of sight
To have these thoughts held captive
While the sky falls down
Feeling and thinking are two different things
I didn’t think twice, well...
Would that not mean that you did what you feel is right?
Throw me into the sun
What would happen if you moon crashed into the Earth?
Fire would spread all over the face
Ticking hands caress the green sphere. Our last breath.
The leaves circling your feet energized by the spirits you left behind
Or they left you
by the side of the river
when they jumped into the oncoming train
or out of the high speed aeroplane
but fear in your eyes
and sweat in your socks that sticks you to the
Nothing left but thoughts in your head
that go round and round, a merry-go-round.
A dance of death
A leaf spinning through the air, graceful. Final.
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