The walk into my last flight?

The tree line so Devine
Tho I'm inside I can hear the breeze in my mind
Along with the car horns
And the steady boring
How are you, you get every morning
Running up the last flight of stairs the fire alarm ringing in my ears

(Door opens)

As I stair off the rooftop

Of this building there is no breeze now my mind is at ease the alarm no longer

Weaseing

No more want of releasing my thoughts

No need to worry about what I bought

Uppon myself but
I can't help

Thinking about how I fought with my wife and pushed my kids out of my life
And all for this one night
My shoe's on the edge so how feels right

I walk into my last flight

The wind pushing pass me
My tie slapping me in the
Face the ground finally coming in perspective
I pray to god I do not
Live.. ..

Director yells threw bullhorn:
Cut that's a wrap

And you you were astonishing

Elgant daunting puppet like even and you're still reading.

Fin