The tides are changing
The beginning has reached the end...
I walk these lonely streets
no knows the things that I see...
I sit upon the lonesome stream,
Of curiosity and an undreamt dream...
Sitting at the base
Of a tall waterfall...
Sitting there on the bench
you look up in to sky...
Good news, a final notice
No power if you cant pay...
All the world's a painting,
And all the men and women solely pigments...
Why dont we ever seem satisfied
of the things that we posess...
How come every time I try
to do something right...
Many things can be broken,
like a twig when go on a nature walk...
No more G.I Joe's or Barbie dolls
No more hugs or band-aids when i fall...
Ammie carries the water to the village.
It's as clear as it is still...