Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Orange in October
Things always seem orange in October.
Gathering my things up, I run away,
Hoping to glide like the leaves
Departing from trees.
I try to rake up recollections of my past
But stumbled upon a road block and
Cut my ties from the breathing world.
I prepare myself to just be.
I see through walls, I don't believe
In walls even though I am bound by mine.
10-5-08
Gathering my things up, I run away,
Hoping to glide like the leaves
Departing from trees.
I try to rake up recollections of my past
But stumbled upon a road block and
Cut my ties from the breathing world.
I prepare myself to just be.
I see through walls, I don't believe
In walls even though I am bound by mine.
10-5-08
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Orange in October
Orange in October
