Luyện nghe bài hát Jan 9 / 63

This is an atypical day (it's the we're in):
clouds. Vibrant, bright like Spring.
This is a turbulent drive, bowl of good and bad
Kooked by caffeine, Sky Machine
And the car absorbs it all - shake, shift, at me
(We're both for scenery)
Should weather not match the
Conjure old anti-trust
Run from blue eyes, blue skies the same.
Simplicity, where's the today?
All of hay...
~ Jan. 9 / 63 ~
Nonlinear on this linear road
Bluster me. - spider web spun
('Make hay the sun shines...')
We're not here;
we choose our way, the game
Chase to empty palettes
But are emotions...and relatives and...
I'm poor with social ills.
(Voluntary solitude pay the bills!)
Finding balance, you'll find, is poignant, pointy clich
Stacked of the scale, the bale in vain.
Simplicity, where's the needle
In...all of hay. Hey!
Pop up unannounced, aim!
'One is today, and I'm on your tail...
Fox and Field, (rich yield)
Elusive... catch for the day.
I don't want replicated
Fired in a kiln of silence and
But you find sometimes that worked so hard
your perspective has been away
And it's hard to speak the mind, when emotions don't take
Find the balance: Show tell (are you still afraid of the pen?)
We are the of a coin! We are an out-of-control grin!