By: Christopher Edwin Breaux
Could this be earth, could this be light
Does this mean everything’s going to be alright?
One look out my window there's trees talking like people.
I dreamt of storms, I dreamt of sound
I dreamt of gravity keeping us around
I slept in the darkness it was lonely and it was silent
What is this love,
I don't feel the same
Don't believe what this is,
could be given a name
you there chasing planets on my forehead
But I forget 23 like I forget 17
And I forget my first love, like you forget a day dream
And what of all my wild friends,
and the times I've had with them
Will all fade to grey soon
like the TV station.
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