Updated: May 18, 2020

it's hard to say that life's pain is indescribable

for turmoil we are born into.. oh how undeniable

to the mistakes our ancestors have bestowed

thine heart is divorced and we are all widowed

sunsets and cloudy skies illuminate my dilated eyes

dreaming of good things metamorpihize lullabies

these street lights alone are windows to a tunnel

that loop around as sweet as a funnel

how loving that the mind and soul isn't subtle

will we ever leave this clouded bubble?

crash bandicoot, woah woah there's trouble.

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