hollywood

earliest days, in calm and misty dawn, i can reach so far above my head with my height. and i feel fit for fight, with my pace i break out the light, and the cool wind strengthens me to walk on by. but, so far beyond my pace, i watch you run over and make me feel foreign inside. and don't ever call again, i want seven undone days. a revolt of my force inside. thoughtful, early autumn-days, a chestnut in my palm, as i open my lover's eyes to see if they still shine. though i feel fit for fight, and my pace can break out the light, i need more to make me feel all right.