They wanted to go, but not today
But how many ways can you split the infinitive?
The wars upon the seashore harbor regrets of their own
Sanguine colors in the sand
They are reminders of blood filled horizons
Nonetheless, the tide that day offered only strangulation
Into the deep they went, never to return
In simpler times, they buried their dead at sea
Now they come to rest precisely where they fall
It's the new math: count on your fingers and toes the number of blows
But how many ways can you split infinity?
Mar 19, 2020
Mar 19, 2020 at 7:55 AM UTC
They wanted to go, but not today
But how many ways can you split the infinitive?
The wars upon the seashore harbor regrets of their own
Sanguine colors in the sand
They are reminders of blood filled horizons
Nonetheless, the tide that day offered only strangulation
Into the deep they went, never to return
In simpler times, they buried their dead at sea
Now they come to rest precisely where they fall
It's the new math: count on your fingers and toes the number of blows
But how many ways can you split infinity?
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