another day sort of of of of offf offfff off
the weather is warm and wet. and its okay by me to rain.
I wake up bittersweet, a nice place to be but alone like an inanimate object.
peace of mind and warm coffee but with no soul to share.
golden psychedelic maple leaves that only I see.
the pain in your heart is the mystery of our romantic subconscious. always turning in a veiled yearning, and my wild song soul in the boredom of a small village tires of chasing faces. and now I'm older and wishing to come to a new home, the understanding arms of my truer love.
Who will ever understand me? Appreciate me? Be the mighty oak that I lean up against. drag me into safety. No death by default. Live for art, and for love and die when you're done.
life is a guided void. The essence of mystery is the water of sea.
I wake up bittersweet, a nice place to be but alone like an inanimate object.
peace of mind and warm coffee but with no soul to share.
golden psychedelic maple leaves that only I see.
the pain in your heart is the mystery of our romantic subconscious. always turning in a veiled yearning, and my wild song soul in the boredom of a small village tires of chasing faces. and now I'm older and wishing to come to a new home, the understanding arms of my truer love.
Who will ever understand me? Appreciate me? Be the mighty oak that I lean up against. drag me into safety. No death by default. Live for art, and for love and die when you're done.
life is a guided void. The essence of mystery is the water of sea.