The green eyes I see shimmer at a distance,
my life in it’s worth begs me to abate,
to give that search a little delay,
maybe chuck the search for a day of more leisure,
or may be a day after I have to meet her.
But the nagging of the shimmer at a distance,
attracts me so
how can I leave it, I wonder so.
I tread, I walk, I run to it
my life in it’s worth begs me to abate,
to give that search a little delay,
maybe chuck the search for a day of more leisure,
or may be a day after I have to meet her.
But the nagging of the shimmer at a distance,
attracts me so
how can I leave it, I wonder so.
I tread, I walk, I run to it
not knowing what lies below its hilt.
The closer I reach the shinier it seems,
is it a window or some nylon, torn at its seams?
and closer I tread more I fall,The closer I reach the shinier it seems,
is it a window or some nylon, torn at its seams?
into an abyss set halfway ,
this isn’t a walk of curiosity,
this isn’t a walk of inquiry.
It’s uncertain, it’s doomed, it’s foolish,
it’s dumb.
Somebody better wake this blithering idiot,
who has become so numb.
He walks too close, for he is sure to fall.
This man who destroy’s all
his life with this evil wrecking ball.
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