On the eve of normalcy and stalemate
We grab our shopping bags
And put price tags on daylight
Walk through the shadows
And sing songs of hope
Love our companions
With soul, skin, and bone
Mobilize, forget about the edge
You can strategize
But eyes can't stretch through time
And plans break like branches
Like doors open wide
Like pupils in twilight
Begging for some light
Flavors
Come and go with the wind
But the memory remains
Like the taste is a stain
So why complain
About being awake
If it tastes bad
Then spit it out
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