A thought.

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Flying kites
drifting away
Some part of me
just wants to say

Living life
wasting away
sick of the work
starting to play

But then I look up at the sky
And, as always, begin to question "why?"
And gone are the butterflies,
And dark clouds all say hello.

Hello, hello

I love the rain,
and the wallpaper
I feel insane

Making love
and making do
Its not enough
but neither are you