Over our head
Creeps big time
The only thing that is.

Fleshly folded
Moment, too alive
To die.

Witness to a break
In the softer water's wave.

Now, back, forced to see
No salve for the blind,
Sometimes, oh to be blind.

One is eleven's rhyme.

Way up
in these clouds,
just as my expectations
did fall hard
on my head
full of child-like dreams.

Remembering a future
and ignoring a past
that could break any
fragile strong-man
on any brand new day.

Why can't I
make you
leave me alone,
even here,
up in these  blue skies,
above these white clouds
so far away from home.

I don’t need diamonds
I don’t need wealth
Just pick me a flower
for me to smell
Show me the moon
to caress my eyes
Play me a song
to sing in my heart
Give me your love
to elevate my soul
I’ll be happy
wherever I go.



Shell ✨🐚

I know
I never have enough
still the little I have left
I give to you
so when I run on empty
you would've been
a few miles ahead of me.