We could be riding
Bareback riding on stars
We make it sharper,
sharper than it should be
Pierced with metal
Chocked with Ivy
Lost in tombs dusty
We could be diving
Headfirst diving into wonders nebulous
We make it shallow
6 foot shallower than it could be
Wrapped in seaweed
Drowned in sermons
Broken from unforgiveness
Cry from unfairness and wait for change
I think change has dry eyes and is waiting on us.
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