Fearfully ordinary
Waiting the water out
Life is terminal
An hour at a time
The object of desire
As the cancer spreads
Fascinating how smoke seems to dance
Twisting and turning in the breeze
As if nature had a symphony
All the ants all in a line
Crawling on a pass to mass destiny
Only they know there propose
Maybe only to reproduce
Back to normal after popping a pill
Motley crew fallowing on the floor
Never sounding good the next day
We are all just inmates
Doing the long wait
Rejecting all the cynics
Establishing the hierarchy
Planning the perfect day in paradise
The in flight movie plays on on an endless loopMakes the world appear so bright
Hurting the eyes in a long stare
the itch makes the skin crawl
Sarcasm doubles on those days
Words with little meaning
Fearfully ordinary
Waiting the water out
Life is terminal
An hour at a time
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