He wakes with the glow
Of adventure and hope
The morning smells
There's a leaf in the sky and it's floating on
Your arrogance
It will surely bring you down
Is there a judgment
Appropriate
Laws of gravity, they fight uncertainty
But I sit here without
The first thing I remember
Was the friction in the room
And
I've got hope
But I can't talk about the future
I've got
You have always lived like this
You have always lived like
The sun comes up with promise
And my eyes burn open
Blacktop pavement cover me
Like a Chemical Reaction or a steam
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