Sometimes when it gets to the brink
of a big old cliff above the sea
you're a tropics bird whistling dixie
to the fishes below
i'm the rock that couldn't fly
showing up 25 years late to the
hummingbird party...
in the maze of lace
that is this crazy place
i think i finally discovered
that the best answers
are the ones offered up
at the end of weak
moment in paradise.
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