Looking up to the sky
anticipating a rain of hope.
Looking down to the ground
towards the plant of my wishes.
Watching somethings here & there
and watching them again.
Singing that song, singing it nice
I think, I sung that song, & i sung it twice
I don't cry no more.
Its like a mode shift
Sometimes you don't cry with tears
& Sometimes you have tears when you don't cry
And when its all over, you can just scribble it down.
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