Yellow Brick Road
Con/Jur/d, 2/28/2024
Falling, falling
falling, falling
Fell - where we come from
they say, there was a girl named
Dorothy
and she fell through a crack
off a cliff, no, the wind died and left her
plummeting - being stomped by gravity
gravity?
O, that’s right, it was a black hole
puling, pulling, pulling
until we came apart
apart, apart or a part (I hope you don’t mind
me, speaking for all of we) But why? You ask
we’re not sure
something about the Yellow Brick Road
not working as planned, something about
life having its own agenda, fate, karma
And
once you start falling, it's hard to stop
And once I said it…
What?
We’re bored with being immortal
Immoral? No, no, no, mortal
Ah yes, our present, foolish predicament.
Much love,
Con/Jur/d, 2/29/2024
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