The Obviation of Sunset Blvd.
drive of the edge as the sun comes down,
we can make our own mourning the dawn,
come watch as we explode.
we'll go out in halo's of sepia brown.
sunset assures our peers that we're gone;
We've left the middle road.
The middle hasn't glory nor the crown.
All it has is husband, fence and lawn;
crisis and postal code.
We fit at the start and belong in the end.
We are legend.
we can make our own mourning the dawn,
come watch as we explode.
we'll go out in halo's of sepia brown.
sunset assures our peers that we're gone;
We've left the middle road.
The middle hasn't glory nor the crown.
All it has is husband, fence and lawn;
crisis and postal code.
We fit at the start and belong in the end.
We are legend.
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This was brought about by a fear of aging and living past our prime(seen sunset blvd?)where do i belong?
ive certainly romanticised the notion in my mind. logically this poem is crazy, but in my head, its freedom and ive always been fond of glory.