Now you’re going too far with your imagination
Death is a solver with plans (??)
No one wanted mister off a bridge (??)
(x2)
There is no fashion to decay
No weirding way
You might have a day and D E A
Or thirty
Or fifty
You’re just another sound
Stuck in a major city
Have you ever been a sun dial?
Told time on your own?
Been a jar of lightning?
A circular stone?
You simply let your shadow
And there it ticks
Adventures open up
Where your negative sits
Death is a solver with plans (??)
No one wanted mister off a bridge (??)
(x2)
Hey writer,
I don’t like your stories