Maybe it's the air of the places I've faced
In the sick and witted framework of which I have taste
Swiftly and quick, I take saddle to his realm
But sadly if there's a shift there's a way I can tell
Fast to jump and up to speed
I take what's mine with fancied greed
I faint on thoughts that dare not breed
On ways of which I cannot see
But for now I am elated in a valley of flowers
Yellow and bright and all built like towers
Kill my desire to change my life
But end me and coddle me in unending strife
It's a sequence of lives I live in one day
Things that I say and those of dismay
Love the two lives I live in the end
The faces following sons, in stems do we bend
