You keep me in my senses,
I hear the clanking of modern machines.
I smell the exhaust of a world giving up.
I feel the stares coming from opened windows.
And see the locks on their doors.
I yell sometimes because the world is too loud.
They walk in with drunken staggers,
Slurred thoughts for a blurry day,
And they all want to fall down.
But they won’t,
Hope wakes us all up in the morning,
Some hope comes with a bad hangover,
“I’ll see you tomorrow if the Lord wakes me in the morning.”
Everyday a hangover,
For a world not worth living in.
But when I wake,
I feel your arms around me,
Two eyes peering back from a tangle of hair,
I listen to us breathe each other in,
Warm sunlight and the birds are finally singing again,
The world is always spinning,
Let’s not take that for granted.
-Captain Planet, for Flask