Saturday, December 27, 2014

ship of fools

We kept our promises and our secrets
The silence made for a decisive ride
Every turn
Every acceleration
Moving fast is the way we like it
Not having to think about things
is the door prize of living dangerously
Thriving like morning-glory
under these laughable conditions
But when we slow down or come to a stop
It all rushes in like water through a hole in the hull on the ship of fools

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