Poetry · Writing

Jet Fuel

Woke up this morning

With a bright idea

Maybe I can exist

Forever right here:

 

pulled up with two to my name

nothing but a dream of fame

the lonely girl in the back screamin’ same

i’ll be here longer then you expected

spread all this magic i’ve collected

screamin’ louder then all ya’ll projected

change in the moment

change for the moment

singin’ over this fountain drinkin’ your bestowment

flyin’ high feelin’ real cool(cool)

stylin’ smoke chillin’ i’ll never run out of jet fuel

until I run out of jet fuel

 

Fate in your hands

While you’re waitin’ for me

I’m already there

Fallin’ in deep

Now is only now

Head back to the ground, dear

 

 

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