Live Fast But Make It Last...

flowers are butterflies that lost their wings the net that held you has cut its strings not much in hand but a walking stick pulling each other through thin and thick ice lanes cover the streams that should flow at the peak of life you can let it all go climb to the top and look around disregarding that you’re still on the ground nothings like breathing the mountain air while truly having an endless stare start with green grass and move on to snow at the peak of life you can let it all go the footsteps you make will soon be followed and the reality of time will soon be swallowed no sooner do you get to the end of the boulder than you realize the air is getting colder and head home right after you look below at the peak of life you can let it all go the crest of life should be known as ecstasy but it wouldn’t be the same without you next to me red rocks beneath us and lightning in the sky I wish we never had to say goodbye it was and all-time high and an all-time low at the peak of life you can let it all go move down the face quicker than you should this story now may be misunderstood what I’m trying to say is try and make is last soon all of this will be hovering in the past and seem like such a long time ago because at the peak of life you can let it all go