As i cross the landscapes,
gray of time and pain...
The same old scenario;
the same old rain!
Caress the violets and...
Slowly whither away;
nothing unusual, nothing's changed,
a feeling mutual, visions deranged,
and all away... fall away
Pardon my senses,
pardon my weight,
do pardon me...
And my departure...
For I'm running late
A.r. Bazian
Written in 2010
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 9:56 PM UTC
As i cross the landscapes,
gray of time and pain...
The same old scenario;
the same old rain!
Caress the violets and...
Slowly whither away;
nothing unusual, nothing's changed,
a feeling mutual, visions deranged,
and all away... fall away
Pardon my senses,
pardon my weight,
do pardon me...
And my departure...
For I'm running late
A.r. Bazian
Written in 2010
