Motions of a Final Day
I awoke this morning to crocodile tears
And butterfly blues.
Lost my way in a maze of smoke
That refused to let me through.
Got caught up in a meteor shower
Scrubbed clean by the cosmos' powers.
Dressed in dandelion dreams
That became the most beautiful flowers.
Walked into the world feeling,
Brand new.
Got into my vehicle
To change your views.
Broke the speed limit
To many spare thoughts per minute.
Tried to focus on the daily grind
Find enough intellectual grain to grow.
Consulted my peers
In desperate need to feel the ocean.
Respected my boss
In our world, such a noble notion.
Completed my day
With a final stitch in time.
Found harmony in traffic
Each car horn began to rhyme.
Walked up my steps
Looked back to where I'd been.
Crossed a threshold
To so where I begin.
Consulted my family
Who lives in the tree.
Consulted my friends
Who lived in me.
Got ready for bed
The sprint to my dreams.
The sleep of the dead
So easy it seems.
Lay me now down to my sleep
And trust my story, you now to keep.
If I should die, I shall not wake
And no more motions shall I be forced to make
I awoke this morning to crocodile tears
And butterfly blues.
Lost my way in a maze of smoke
That refused to let me through.
And butterfly blues.
Lost my way in a maze of smoke
That refused to let me through.
Got caught up in a meteor shower
Scrubbed clean by the cosmos' powers.
Dressed in dandelion dreams
That became the most beautiful flowers.
Walked into the world feeling,
Brand new.
Got into my vehicle
To change your views.
Broke the speed limit
To many spare thoughts per minute.
Tried to focus on the daily grind
Find enough intellectual grain to grow.
Consulted my peers
In desperate need to feel the ocean.
Respected my boss
In our world, such a noble notion.
Completed my day
With a final stitch in time.
Found harmony in traffic
Each car horn began to rhyme.
Walked up my steps
Looked back to where I'd been.
Crossed a threshold
To so where I begin.
Consulted my family
Who lives in the tree.
Consulted my friends
Who lived in me.
Got ready for bed
The sprint to my dreams.
The sleep of the dead
So easy it seems.
Lay me now down to my sleep
And trust my story, you now to keep.
If I should die, I shall not wake
And no more motions shall I be forced to make
I awoke this morning to crocodile tears
And butterfly blues.
Lost my way in a maze of smoke
That refused to let me through.
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