Somewhere in the middle
We could see through all the people
And be playing second fiddle
And be feeling sore,
Shown the door.
To chase out all the child in you
Is throwing out the baby for the
Chance to make it easy to be more.
Because the sun will show to testify
That all the time between belongs to you and I,
To be still on fire,
And when the strongest words have all been used
And all the new ones sound confused,
To be still on fire.
Aztec Camera.
Oh nothing. This is where I got the title from my last deviation.
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Mood:
Lazy -
Eating: Sour Cream and Cheese Flavored Corn Snack