Surviving Blizzards

[amixofwords]

A song by A Mix of Words (also known as Bianca)

The world won't stop the spins,
so I leave with a pair of binoculars
and a bottle of gin.
These are no yellow brick roads;
I travel on dirt road and field.
And I lie in the bed of lavender
in their bowl of winter wind.

People and their tortue, only torture
wash me up on the shores of the
Eastern Atlantic ocean.
And I stand and stare out
on the moss-covered boulder.
(humming)

These words are my only escape.
I live off of prose
to only blend them in my ceramics.
And I am a writer,
But I will never give up this gold.

Ogres from the attic on 3rd
try to scare me, scare me away.
(humming)

These lands are my only escape.
I live off of hostels
to only blend them in my ceramics.
And I am a traveller,
But I will never give up this gold.

And I am a writer;
I will never give up this gold. 
And I survive.
(humming)