Caught in a web
Complexion leaves our bodies
veins become stiff and dry
our abode releases our grip on life
waffling through unknowing sky
how far will the breeze take us?
will our brittle frames rest upon the ground?
eventually we’ll be trampled on
for nothing more than the sound
but as we were descending
some hand got in the way
caught by a silky hammock
where we shall forever lay.
veins become stiff and dry
our abode releases our grip on life
waffling through unknowing sky
how far will the breeze take us?
will our brittle frames rest upon the ground?
eventually we’ll be trampled on
for nothing more than the sound
but as we were descending
some hand got in the way
caught by a silky hammock
where we shall forever lay.
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