We close our eyes
We sit here
We continue on
As night turns to day
It's no surprise
The time is near
To fight at dawn
Say what you may
It's a balloon
Floating weightless
It's an anvil
Dragging it down
And now it's noon
It's a hit or miss
This rocket is full
It's going to drown
Submitted: August 12, 2011
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