Days go by
Time flies
Cars move
Light hits glass
People live
People die
Some fall in love , other's collide
Air floats
We see smoke
We feel the heat
Some swear we're near the end or going to die from a stroke
And all I can think about is when you wake
What's the first thing you think about ?
Will you forget that I used to paint images in the corners of your mind?
That I was the one who opened the windows and took down the blinds
That flying isn't just about soaring , you first have to jump
Passions aren't to be tamed
Precious things aren't always fragile or physically attractive
And love is you waking up every morning
Watching you inhale every breath
The first thing I think about is you forgetting to take that breath
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