a Woken it whispers
I run I run I said as their ruin claims each the moment slips through to partake together
Clear nothing, to condemn has us asking to give thy reason a cure for insanity as the purpose caves in.
Commanded, a reason gave a purpose and here is how you might live.
Sincere apologies. Together has remain, as one confirms how to belong we needed to land.
It's so fast, it's so slow. It's a feeling given for each, might be something they eat. I second that, I might have a reason why they move that way. As if, this was a cure for what might be a cause of one. She moved to fast, she can't control it. Sitting there dressed up but contained and controlled. They stare at each other but, only one sees because as the other has been blinded by a thought. She dances, without moving a position but, she stands there dancing why I ask. I dare not.
