There were four of us in all – wired to the absolute moon as things stood
What on earth would the aforementioned truly do?
Eyes so uncertain it was, in fact, quite stifling
Unerring
Yet, a decision on each of our parts needed to be made, and quick
Dropping my neck, I let my demeanour make mine for me
All over again
What will be, will most certainly be
Or so it seems
Those bars of blue though, crazy cacophony about to begin
I close those eyes, lift my neck and await the all day/all night slew

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