Insides would mean a treacherous maize
We all sat on the edge of space time
Outside of the edge means dead
We were alive to see the light unfold
Not going down this time
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Was a Monday morning in June
Hopes and dreams crushed into a diamond stone
Gained strength to watch people rise again
Just like, being born and old as always
Not going down this time
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Unexpected love not come by today
Will make do with cut grass and a haircut
Fortunes favors the reckless and lucky
Know for certain someone out there loves dearly
Not going down this time
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Couldn’t think of a name
For the poem needs more cover
Waiting for a break of some sort,
Oh there it is, a brain that feels like mashed potatoes
Not going down this time
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