December 3rd
How can all this be overcome
when we’re always on the run
the debris of our rush
hanging from the trees
plastic dreams
tied in string
and all the little things
we let go to the wind
Calamity ahead
tangled wings
trapped in plastic rings
consumed and inside everything
the debris of our rush
the world being hushed
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