I could play out a perfect forward line
In my head
An walk it like it were the very purpose of life
I see as much now
And it seems pretty close to the purpose of life
There aren't a whole lot of similarities or anything worth noting
Nothing out of the cliche
My eyes look on this wall
(That's how I see the line)
Just the same as my eyes look out most days
The wall takes me over the land like the mountain's razor
And the walking walks into leading
And My weight is flying
I keep my feet walking
To remember which side of gravity I belong
But that reminds me I don't
Actually belong much
There's a sunlong stretch
And the light falls into a maddening of colors
It's pretty much the same as life
The day ends
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