as_we_learn
03/16/07, 10:19 PM
Street lights have abandoned me.
Yet I'm still in a jubilant mood.
A bus can come at me to impact
with children in to add desperation
Maybe I love the way that darkness
blankets my pupil with uncertainty.
Cool air flies across my hand.
I'll have to wait for false depression to end.
Their eyes are filled with fear
and anticipation to end my life.
I won't move with green eyes
waiting for the headlights.
Maybe I love the way that darkness
blankets my pupil with uncertainty.
Cool air flies across my hand.
I'll have to wait for false depression to end.
Something's hit with the surprised faces in mind.
I love the fact that I can finally fly.
It's odd to see how children cry
for a stranger that won't be identified
Yet I'm still in a jubilant mood.
A bus can come at me to impact
with children in to add desperation
Maybe I love the way that darkness
blankets my pupil with uncertainty.
Cool air flies across my hand.
I'll have to wait for false depression to end.
Their eyes are filled with fear
and anticipation to end my life.
I won't move with green eyes
waiting for the headlights.
Maybe I love the way that darkness
blankets my pupil with uncertainty.
Cool air flies across my hand.
I'll have to wait for false depression to end.
Something's hit with the surprised faces in mind.
I love the fact that I can finally fly.
It's odd to see how children cry
for a stranger that won't be identified