Running Into Mirrors

The rivers are running dry and the air is hard to breathe. This isn't the worst part. Return your casket back to the sender and long wave a goodbye home. A journey is meant to be an adventure and I still see you trapping yourself in the frequency of pain. My heart goes out to those who have lost it because I have been saved. Even though as simple as this is, reality never catches the same reflection twice, so capture the moment. Seize the ending with a beginning and always start fresh. Relapse your veins with an atomic matter of this world and form yourself from the outside in to adapt. Either you quench your thirst for death or the long drive home back to civilization is where your brain may go mad. On this earth we have a choice to make, "either you're a bird that can't fly or a fish that can't swim."