I’m looking at life as a sphere
The easel escapes what’s boxed in
•
These eyes all have their own view
These squares just try to mirror
•
The birds keep calling my name
The soul in me just ignores
•
Imagine them as squirrels
Easy but never to ****
•
The flowers I’ve been growing
Show that the soil is the one that’s really richer
•
A masterpiece is all I’ll ever chase
Until then I’ll reach for the skies that color all around
May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 10:53 PM UTC
I’m looking at life as a sphere
The easel escapes what’s boxed in
•
These eyes all have their own view
These squares just try to mirror
•
The birds keep calling my name
The soul in me just ignores
•
Imagine them as squirrels
Easy but never to ****
•
The flowers I’ve been growing
Show that the soil is the one that’s really richer
•
A masterpiece is all I’ll ever chase
Until then I’ll reach for the skies that color all around
