Rebel-red skies.
This He-bird, still tries.
Deadbeat on moonbeam.
Coursing up the upstream.
On the way back home.
Still stand alone.
Losing & winning.
Giving & sinning.
On the way back home.
Staking every odd ever known.
Tripping & whipping.
Slipping & gripping.
On the way back home.
Unlearning lessons under the blue dome.
Kissing & Missing.
Blissing & Hissing.
How many of us are we?
How many hearts, wanting to be?
How many can count to infinity?
How many hearts, aching to be?
How many breaths, between you and me?
How many can count to infinity?
Sometimes,
SOMETIMES, MY RADIO & I START TO CRY.
SOMETIMES, I REMEMBER THE DAYS I TRIED.
Rebel-red skies.
This He-bird, still tries.
Deadbeat on moonbeam.
Coursing up the upstream.
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