In the thick of life
Almost got a taste of that smile
The smallest weed
a tall tree
pavement cracked
shape of a grin
those mountains shrug
revealing the road
sweet soup along it
thirst and hunger
cured by the journey
over it
The thick of me
eternally
the shuddering spirits
less secrets than I
The taste of the pavement salt
smiles and shrugs
they say the purpose is to dance
I just see them drive
see them drive
aimlessly
Nenhum comentário:
Postar um comentário