For honey dust  moonlight
Who is you man?

Who me?

Yeah, you

I'm me. i ain't tryna be nothing else

Sleep on thi
Tossing and turning you'll never figure out a way
Harder to be free
When you look at me
Hoping to find your way out of this lonely bed
Sleep on this bed
Tossing and turning you'll never figure out a way
Harder to be free
When you look at me
Hoping to find your way out
Of this lonely bed

And it's true
You will drift away
And
N't mind
Yes it's true
And i know i know
You will drift away
Don't you drift away
Don't you drift away
No, i would mind
Here's to long life
You will drift away
No, i won't mind
Here's to you
You're the only one

You will fly
And i will cry for you
My dear
You will fly high
I will cry
For you
My dear

You will fly too high my dear

He pictures himself having troublе breathing and waking to a room full of concerned facеs. he'd been terrified of dying his entire life, and as much as he tried not to think about it death was always in the back of his head, around every corner, and hovering on each horizon. he'd brushed shoulders with death on a few occasions, but in his carefree youth it had almost seemed like an abstract impossible thing to ever happen to him. but with each passing decade he began to gauge the time he probably had left, and by his 40's (what he considered his halfway point, at best), he had come to know just one thing:

You will only get older

The next thing you know, you're looking back instead of forward

And as the sun continues to set, he finally comes to realize the dumb irony in how he'd been waiting for this moment his entire life. this stupid, awkward moment of death that had invaded and distracted so many days with stress and wasted time

If only he could travel back and impart some wisdom to his younger self
If only he could at least tell the young people in this room
He lifts an arm to speak, but inexplicably says
"it smells like dust, and moonlight"

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