the headlights become a blur as we sit waiting for the colors to change
overcast clouds and the night sky mix together after a bitter exchange
fortunate outcomes of vast possibilities have created this moment for us
red turns to green but we do not budge, our heads are filled with unjust lust
we are the pilots tonight and we will guide ourselves through this heavy matter
enjoying our precious time as our plane continues in righteous manner
relax and let the cruise control alleviate your mingled train of thought
fall back and let this feeling catch your fall, you will not be distraught
our plane will crash into the aesthetic sea and create a marvelous splash
let us float with the waves as the plane splits into two and sinks from the crash
allow sleep to settle into your skin and your bloodshot eyes will slowly close
i promise you will arise at the next hint of sunlight with a heart lacking repose
and this ambivalent world will be alright
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