The old man broken hands of building on us
Sealed shut, swollen
Holds his head in silence
Corrected, I am
Young man idle and avoiding faster
Pace make stalling years of vacant laughter
Effectively declining urgency and moments
Balance to me, watching the others to be
Falling together begins falling apart
Careless to keep
It tears the extremity
Cries the thrower
As he throws his arm
All these years
What is there to be?
What's worth the open arms
What is it to me?
Bail!
Adjust the past
Adjust the angle
Adjust the notice
We already know
That we set process to pass, barely
How could love be asking of
When I've been asking all the time?
Shocking to see
Oh, thrower's dramatically holding his arms back
All these years
What is there to be?
What's worth the open arms
What is it to me?
Blind, I'm bracing and choking up
When I see us growing apart
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