Oh High Bandit · Jul 9, 2012
A Day In The Life.

A day in the life
trapped in
an hour glass.

Waiting
and
fading,
away with a
sand storm's
breathe.

Time doesn't exist,
I'll always be here.

Waiting.
Howling,
at the half-moon for you,
Babe.

Until, I'm starry-eyed & home again.

 
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