There is no warmth in the sun, still you shine.
Has the demise begun and is it mine? I talk not of my life simply my mind.
There are strange people floating all around, mere balloons and baboons popping and screaming without a sound.
I reach out to touch to keep you all around but how can you anchor with no solid ground.
I am so happy it doesn't make sense to be walking with a smile along the electric fence.
This could all be the fault of the sun, you pointed me in the wrong direction when my web needed to be spun, and I can't catch a damn thing now so looks like you have won.
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