Suburban Rooftop Getaway
there is a subtle reason
youth entitles itself to treason
with the ever-changing faces
in slowly shifting places
the wind blows prophetically
from a land that once was free
however is no longer
On the pool is the glimmer
the transcendental swimmer
hiding in the clouds
blocking out the sun
run and tell your father
we've finally found his gun
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