Eight Days Of Something

Baby said, "We've only got this one life." I replied, "There's a lot of debate about that." Everyone decides on their own, mighty big kinda added, but if they're honest they do, an even bigger maybe. Rolling in your sleep, thumping the matt, an uncontrollable raising of the eyes. Or lifting, it wasn't the good way, doesn't matter. But those are the kind we can't give up! The little breaking, freeze, thaw, freezes of our skies. Yes with an I. Not going back there; better lava and the cooling, it replenishes at least, after the burn. Yes no comebacks.