(another set, this time six, because nothing really ends.
dedicated to old beginnings.)
the snowball effect:
say one thing, its weight giant ...
yet her lips still small
remember this mouth?
push gently, he can't hear you
you can't hear silence
but so what! listen,
we're 30,000 feet up
but ground rules apply
you chase down seconds
"cabin crew, prepare to land"
ending all in air
but it keeps going:
say one thing, wreck a life
better to do what?
speak up? and for what?
nothing really disappears
nothing, really, ends.