Beautiful Day

Time killed us

bacillus

brought illness to me.

A heads up would've been nice.

Was nice took advantage of my blind sight.

Bandaged up, head's topped with ice.

I'm cold with my words, I'm sky high

can't see.

Wilbur Wright.

I'm the left wing I was left with ease, didn't even tell me

bad transmission.

You're a storm and I'm stuck in the clouds.

But sun's still raining down, I'll stick up out your shadow.

Like a tree.

You mad or, sad-ening to see such potential seep through me.

And when you go away...

It's a beautiful day!