Bellwether Blues

So get up, hit the alarm off, knock a coffee down Get out, get two feet underneath you, on out about, You’re off on a cloud, of thought when the sun, rises … You’re not going to let, another take you down, lightly …
Heavy is the bell of the whether, for followers of a flock For fight or flight kept us in sight of that old familiar lot Of being not aware of the very reasons we do what we do For down and out fall all who dare to dwell upon the rules …
Bellwether Blues … Whether we want, we all come to lose The use in trying when nothing fails … To come to loose ends When nothing trails but the aftermath … Under the influence Of rapidfire returns down in the wetworks of Bellether Blues …

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