Flying the blue jay way,
Is the way to go.
But what can i say?
Its more a high than a low.
Theres fire in the arcade tonight,
I almost cant bare to look,
Its just shining so bright.
Although thats not the hook.
The hook is a sequel,
To the things we all see.
It is the people.
It is we.
We dream and we ponder
About things that surround us.
Its mostly never somber.
Everything is just.
Just there,
Just next to them,
Just where?
Just a precious gem.
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