Drop a call, leave a voicemail
Send a message in a bottle
A neatly wrapped package
That's found perfectly dressed
They said follow your path
Thus, I'm taking the steps
Three lifelines discovered in twists, turns, bends
I hit lines not to quit, I'm found phoning a friend
Its nonsense, its toxic, its beginning to end
Its a smile silently spreading, cheek to the chin
To encompass the Earth with an intricate verse
Revitalizing the nerves, and reviving the urge
As to find myself living, from the head to the heart
Between latest of fashions, and the lost styles of art
Roads, reels, and roses
Threats and composures
Sun shines the brightest off the crest of the ocean
It gleams from the mountains, and it baffles the night
Blooming both flowers and our offspring alike
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