A Flight of Fancy

Then you will come for us a slight distance

 

A fight to win over the reluctant ambiance

We take in a breath only to exhale its poison

Yet it clearly doesn't ever stop in its passing fade

The shadow pulls back the curtain in its imaginative balance

 

A flight of fancy

 

Shape through its circumstance will learn to dance

Take in a show you have every right to know

A pulse sent through its tender nerve

As if you haven't learned

 

Over head shapes coupled by an illusion sent through time

 

We walk on egg shells sent through barbed wire fences silent glances

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