Happy Endings
Sliding down rainbows in the sky
Is this what it is to fly
Like a bird blue or black that flies
Never looking back just gracefully glide
What is it to be with tribe
To feel amoung kin of pride
Where love is stronger than genocide
No one alone all glowing in light
When do you really die
What if you do not rely
On what you know as teal time
But only growth by design
I don’t know all that you find
I am the inquisitive kind
Who is passive aggressive at some times
We never die if inside others minds
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