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It was late

Think 2 AM

Think dark lawns

Covered in dew

You can't see it though

But the moisture passes 

Between your toes

As blades of grass break 

in the webbings

Your hands out stretched

making sure that you don't hit a tree

or a bush 

or the god damn bicyle you told your son to store, 

If it were bright you'd look insane

but in the dark you're doing what feels right,

Making the walk you talk to yourself

"I was once energy. Absolutely Volatile.

How did I get so house broke and docile, 

doling out breakfast for the kiddos

and collecting coupons just cos"

If anyone is listening, I bet they don't hear this

Or feel it, 

Just then you feel something

"The ladder for the treehouse"

You climb up so you can see the lights of the houses around you. 

All you can think is how you use to couch surf

−How you were energy

and how tomorrow seemed farther than ever