Breathe |
Oh sweet summer child,
Carefree; in shortening days...
Fair words spring to life,
Running without direction...
Oh sweet summer child,
Carefree; in shortening days...
I promised tomorrow the moon and the stars,
To waste the day chasing cars...
The clock's faithful tick
Splinters the patient silence...
A sorrowful sight on any day,
Are the ones that appear to have lost their way...
Empty spaces between the lines often hold meaning than the words themselves. |
Sometimes it's the people with the bleakest outlook on life, that have the happiest smiles. |
Don't blink or you'll miss it; but if you close your eyes you can feel it. |