Golden Hour from Flounder by Stay Mad

golden hour
april showers
bring may flowers back around again
and time feels so unfamiliar
but treads on and on and then

I come down
it pulls me up and I come down
I built it up it tore me down
what goes around comes back around

what do I call it
can't feel it no longer
where was my head
I cannot recall it
pushing forward

grounded under
the sheets of my mattress
I wake up and it all feels made up
but collateral healing goes on and on and then

why do I keep
moving the same ways
it's like I can't
control the way I am
golden hour
sets into the mud
and I am left
with nothing to prove and then

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