Life, Over Easy
I'll be the sweeper of dust and of dreams
and eggshells left over from sorrow
I'll rally to you when all the else fails
and you close your eyes to tomorrow
It's not the end of the world at 3:30
just 'cause the sun hides it's head
It's not up to darkness to break us in pieces
dusting our shell hides with dread
You are the spark in a lifetime of living
carefully glued and unglued
You will be solid, detailed and delicately
repaired while the springtime ensues.
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