Cuz space ships don't come equipped with rear view mirrors.
For every fallacy my minds creates,
is a touch of reality that it just might happen.
As their lips contort until bent into a line
And the bellows of laughter
From deep within
sneaks past them,
I look on quietly.
Not hoping,
Not expectant,
Not melancholy.
I just sit and look...
Quietly.
is a touch of reality that it just might happen.
As their lips contort until bent into a line
And the bellows of laughter
From deep within
sneaks past them,
I look on quietly.
Not hoping,
Not expectant,
Not melancholy.
I just sit and look...
Quietly.
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