Tho evenings empire has returned to sand vanished from my hand left me blindly here to stand but stil not sleeping ,My awareiness amazes me and the aceint empty streets too dead for dreaming ,take me on a trip on your magic swirling ship my senses have been stripped my hands got feel to grip my toes to numb to step waiting for my boot to heal if your wanderin, Tho you might hear laughing spining swinging madly across the sun its not aimed at anyone its just escaping on the run and but for the sky there are no fences facing and if you hear vaged traces of skiping reels of ryhme to your thymerine in tyhme its ragid clown behind i would pay it any mind it just a shadow youir seeing that hes chasing
Posted on: Fri, 13 Sep 2013 10:47:21 +0000