You never see the stop signs, the flashing lights, the knobby hands around your neck. No curtail call is coming, just graying strands, an hourglass, the best made plans don't stir the heart or hands. You never see it coming, you never see it coming and you never say a word. Brace yourself for a valiant fall, you'll say I dont want to leave you, dont want to leave you, when you will. So you prune dead trees with the coming of fall, watering weeds with no thought at all. Exhaust your options now you play? You never see it coming and you never say a word. Queen Anne's Lace across my face, plastic eyeballs set in place. And when I'm rushing I would run past the gravestones, now I'm one, so brush the dust off me, I'm a capsule, I'm a capsule, come and read about me.

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