I’ll get on it I have been
The things I see
It’s all funny now
Everything in a way that no one understands
He’s mine too
But he’s his own storm waiting to boil over reach out
The whisper of war has quieted down
But who knows
Who knows
Nothing almost nothing is predetermined
It’s all the choices of some human
Some human somewhere
It can be hard to see
If I’m occupying Mars
Or if he’s occupying me
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