Noon

All the place is burning with boredom
nothing to save
not even the souls in the room.
Quick trip to Valhalla
I have the whole road for me
ahead, Miles ahead
we all dance 'til dawn
'til our bodies perish
filled with the joy of an unknown death
eyes/light shut down, wide shut.
Little Wing shouting the blues
how would I remember this life?
are tears good enough?
Just remember the sentimental flood/hopscotch
get lost.
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