The Escape Artisan
Don't spend your week playing weekend,
lack of delicate care brought by unnatural actions full of fear.
The sun is always trialling around here,
chasing the night,
the scare of the next day,
driving away from the things we said,
drive faster now,
separate from the rest,
push towards the best.
Becoming an out law of love,
learning to paint it black,
drown it out,
car stalls at 108,
go further now,
heart of a blue bird he learned to sail.
Sunrises on a distorted reality,
to be free was to see.
The sun had came,
with a new day everything changed.
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