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
by caffeine, Sky Wind Machine
And the car it all - shake, shift, rattle at me
(We're both for scenery)
weather not match the mood?
Conjure old flaws:
Run from blue eyes, shun skies the same.
Simplicity, where's the today?
All of hay...
~ Jan. 9 / 63 ~
Nonlinear thoughts on this road
Bluster me. Entangle - web spun
('Make hay the sun shines...')
We're not victims
we choose our way, the game
to balance empty palettes
But are emotions...and relatives and...
I'm relatively with social ills.
(Voluntary doesn't pay the bills!)
Finding balance, you'll find, is that poignant, clich
Stacked of the scale, kick the in vain.
Simplicity, where's the today?
In...all of hay. Hey!
Pop up unannounced, aim!
'One Day' is today, and I'm on tail...
Fox and Field, (rich yield)
Elusive... rest for the day.
I want replicated History
in a kiln of silence and insecurity
But you find that you've worked so hard
your perspective has been away
And it's hard to speak the mind, when emotions don't sides
Find the balance: don't tell (are you still afraid of the pen?)
We are the history of a coin! We are an grin!