Supernova
The heat and radiation
confronts the frustration
our sun grows bright
and the fire dims right
the people stare and wait
scared for there lives "great"
others don't worry about it
smoke a joint and say "doubt it"
I sit here in my room, A/C on
cold as ice and write an con
continue my novel or guitar riff
as others stare at the sun so stiff
but as the last second nears
and the people lose some fears
the sun goes over the horizon
while the people sigh at the Vizion
and then I go outside knowing
I knew something big was growing
then the sky made a silent sound
as the earth made the cold ground
"the calm before the storm" I said
"not this false start again- again"
I was wrong and the sky filled the coda
and the last thing we said was "supernova"
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