There To Be Seized

You scare me
[Dare me]
Fresh 
Air,

Ah,

There,

Carry me
Where we
Must be

[Therapy]

See,
It’s all
For not
If it’s not
For thought,
Living on a
Fleeting 
Dot…

[Nah—
We’ve got 
A lot of time 
Before we leave, 
A spot for sunshine, 
And air to breathe— it’s 
Ever so carefully there to be

Seized]

The End

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