Little Too Late
Little Too Late
Life's tetris blocks we tend to break down
The buildings, the skyscrapers all over town
Mr. window washer seventeen stories high
Mr. cable cutter seventeen stories goodbye
Higher than a kite dangling by a string
Falling to your death on forgotten wings
On the way down reliving all your dreams
Two feet from the pavement realizing what it means...
bmdavey@06/21/16
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