Luyện nghe bài hát Jan 9 / 63

This is an atypical day (it's the State in):
Billow-beast clouds. Vibrant, like Spring.
This is a drive, mixing bowl of good and bad
Kooked by caffeine, Sky Machine
And the car absorbs it all - shake, shift, at me
(We're suckers for scenery)
Should not match the mood?
Conjure old anti-trust
Run from blue eyes, shun skies the same.
Simplicity, where's the needle
All of hay...
~ Jan. 9 / 63 ~
Nonlinear thoughts on this road
Bluster me. - spider web spun
('Make hay the sun shines...')
We're not victims
we choose our way, the game
Chase to balance palettes
But are emotions...and relatives and...
I'm relatively poor social ills.
(Voluntary solitude 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... catch for the day.
I don't replicated History
Fired in a of silence and insecurity
But you find that you've worked so hard
your perspective has been away
And hard to speak the mind, when emotions don't take sides
Find the balance: Show don't tell (are you afraid of the pen?)
We are the history of a coin! We are an grin!