Mixed Up
Are the words use to describe a friendship
Set by the definitions use to outline it
Changing of the seasons are the fables told of the mislead timing
When things are what they are is there a need to rewrite what’s been already inscribed
And why let your mind take you to a forbidden place in the blind
Does the excitement come merely from the desire of the chase?
Or is there really something burning in the heart of the race
Or when lefted faced with the if side of why didn’t I say something sooner
Are you set to admit that you are the pursuer?
Of something that’s unseen and should never be touched
Back before the rush would the words have even been discussed
Or is it just the thought of the past before rhyme seemingly to much
Or is it just enough to sip from the glass of the mixture in the blush
A dark tinted shade sweet with salt to the trace
Words are the reasons why in the mixture
It’s right in wrong in the glare of what you say
Mixed up
Are the clouds painted in the spirit of the day?
Seen from the shadows of the creek dropped by the calmness of the sway
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