I'm not around that much. Running exhausted and lost. If it could be undone. Will it have coasted?. It's taught and lost. Blowing away we stray wilted. Insulted at fault. What if the day had stayed in bed. These baubles we've brought. At fault. After the bliss has long ended. This caution this fault. Give me a breeze that's long winded. Accosted adult arrested