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Passanger
Just a short passage
That's supposed to be a walk through
But I'm a passenger
Not licensed so I can't own my own garage
365 days
And I only lived a few
The rest were a blury haze
Every Monday being blue
Waiting for winter to pass
Man I got patience
I swear the cold was messing with my consciousness
Until winter became part of the past
Taking deep breaths
As the cherry blossoms bloom
I escape my room
Catching every sunrise and sunset
Not every sunset brighter than the next
Realizing every winter day wasn't so dark
Trying relax but always end up perplexed
Sigh, the sun is blazing, it's bound to leave a mark
So life is just a cycle
That I'm unable to cycle through
Easy going at first to climbing Mount Kilamanjaro
Still life goes on, sad, fun but true
© TheGuy Sybo
That's supposed to be a walk through
But I'm a passenger
Not licensed so I can't own my own garage
365 days
And I only lived a few
The rest were a blury haze
Every Monday being blue
Waiting for winter to pass
Man I got patience
I swear the cold was messing with my consciousness
Until winter became part of the past
Taking deep breaths
As the cherry blossoms bloom
I escape my room
Catching every sunrise and sunset
Not every sunset brighter than the next
Realizing every winter day wasn't so dark
Trying relax but always end up perplexed
Sigh, the sun is blazing, it's bound to leave a mark
So life is just a cycle
That I'm unable to cycle through
Easy going at first to climbing Mount Kilamanjaro
Still life goes on, sad, fun but true
© TheGuy Sybo
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