One day i want you to look at it like i do, and one day i want you to see how
beautiful it is.
Its a beautiful sight,
er' i saw one.
Moterways snake like village rivers,
Streetlights like a sea
of orange and blue LED's
floating on a rolling night black ocean.
And then there's the anticipation-
intensifying and accumalating round our feet
like early morning mist-
like the planes a submarine
and theres a hole in the bottom.
Some souls clinging on to the seats like cliff faces,
others leisurely reading a book. then
BANG! rattle rattle rattle,
and everyones smiling.
{some because this is the most
fun they've had in weeks.
Others because there just thinking
Thank god its over. }
And when your there, oh boy.
Its like they've stolen the brightest night sky,
and splayed it over the concrete car park,
like you throw a royal flush on a poker table.
And because of the condensation
on the too-small plastic square
the streetlight stars have halo's
Like the nativity scene you see in church bibles
only the stars shine like lovers eyes
and thier held up with sticks. i tell you-
Its a beautiful sight,
er' i saw one.
yea so, im back.
Lie and say you missed me. ~
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