Cheetah

Stoplights change with the demand of traffic,

You don’t even see it,

The clouds have set in,

Thick, fluffy and wet,

But I can still see the blue trouble.

I know better,

You know better,

The bells are chiming,

Are we going to make it?

Feathers give in

When your strength jokes.

The clocks are unclear.

I see you have a new champagne machete,

A rapid lap around the sun,

Pureness is questioned,

But interesting will and powerful smiles

Lather the enamel,

Wood is renewed or at least decent.

I’m half past his star, curiously ready.

Surprisingly I see you ahead of me,

Your intentions unclear,

But your heart is clean,

Babushka reality blinded by your light,

The brush is thick.

Not using your cruel eyes,

You feel the cheetah’s warmth,

I reluctantly see the cheetah,

But the mayans are lurking,

The sacrifice is great,

Unsure worthiness,

Humor filled spoons,

Closeness brought by the cold,

Undeniably comfortable,

Living simply,

I’m left with only one,

Why not?


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