this year going to be diferent, with one f. i can't see what is coming. I'm just going with the flow. told my self that it's going to be one more year and I'm sticking with that... one more year being a shadow. mear nothing without students.
sun burnt beams shine me on
i flow with the breeze and tornados thrashed at the leaves....
i flow through fields and forest, wood and trees....
up in the air, blue skies came clear...
clouds roving close, too near...
home, white and small from back, below...
I meet the horizon with the breeze, i flow...
looking for the irsis of the sun...
before long none could see one...
alone and long gone the blue is shallowed by black vacuum...
sun burnt sun rays kiss the bottom of my bum...
no white home no trees....
no forest no breeze...
i'm gone with the flow,
with nothing above nor below.
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