too much too soon will ruin it all
without foundations you will fall
grapes take over my day in a fastest way
boiled water to wash away the pay
but what of the day
as it glides through mind recompiled
transparent images floating through air
being caught and put gently in my ear
while you drive your car out on the street
to places where you will meet
i catch my ideals and lace tinkles
smooth them out like old lady wrinkles
you drive the street to a place to meet
look away and let grow a place we wish to sow
try not run a mile
to turn outside an inside smile
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