Looked like a bomb but felt like a feather
Choices of immortality argue back and forth
Give the gift of love they say
Do what feels good they say
Think the unthinkable, do the undo able
Audible, tangible, and tasteful
Who could do this?
When is it time?
Where is the right?
What is it to me?
In a blink it was brought
Selfish? Never
Fallen for this spell
Time is a standstill
Monitoring the outcome
Studying the outlook
Boxes and boxes unraveling
Laying themselves onto the table
Look at me they say!
Here I am they say!
Giddy, bouncing, and laughing
Show me the belly of this
Climb out of that womb
Going back is a decision that will never be thought
Its so comfortable in here its getting cramped
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