Wednesday, June 1, 2016

In chanted even in

An everyday sort of day
Fades into an everyday sort of night
So many things coming to pass Few of them seeming to come out right

Work isn't left, at work
A simple meal becomes a fight Lost connection, gained smoke Lead to an unplanned flight

Opportunity shows itself quickly To connections previously made
Stories open up easily
As the sun slowly fades


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