i'm in the dark, in need of light.

 

 

 I've been here before
but always hit the floor.
I've spent a lifetime running
and I always get away.

 

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And the chopsticks said to the bowl,

 

Look at me, I'm flexible.

 

 

The bowl was nonchalant,

it was basking in the warmth of the baked rice.

 

 

And the chopsticks continued,

 

 Look at how I bend and not break.

 

The bowl was annoyed,

it was losing its heat.

 

 

And the chopsticks shouted,

 

Watch me bend, and pick up the grains.

 

 

The bowl was indignant,
it was trying to cool down, quietly.


And the chopsticks tried to bend itself,

I'm coming for ya, I really am.


The bowl was crazy mad,
it was trying to move away, but it couldn't.


And the chopsticks cackled,

Too slow. I'm fast, and flexible.




And the chopsticks moved a little forward
before falling to the floor. 

 

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But I feel like a storm is coming.
If I'm gonna make it through the day
then there's no more use in running.
This is something I gotta face.

If I risk it all,
could you break my fall?

 

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M.

 

so take me up,

take me higher.