walking, just walking
with nothing particular in mind
alcoholic clouds above him
with his thrifted records on
else seems so far away now
doesn't know where to stop
on that red light
or until his shoes burn out
could he be chasing butterflies
or films tattooed on his head
he doesn't know what he needs
so he keeps on walking
into a distance seemingly so far ahead
nameless, aimlessly searching
for a metal band that'll green his veins
though he'd seen a number of shades
they're not enough to save a few dying dreams
he's trying to outrun time
with nothing in him but rhymes
often times it's upsetting
as he grasps the strings desperately
maybe he's hallucinating that road he's on
or is it the empty hangover
steep cliffs dawn, in his heart so thoroughly
so he goes back home and lays down
hoping to find himself tomorrow
Apr 10, 2022
Apr 10, 2022 at 5:08 AM UTC
walking, just walking
with nothing particular in mind
alcoholic clouds above him
with his thrifted records on
else seems so far away now
doesn't know where to stop
on that red light
or until his shoes burn out
could he be chasing butterflies
or films tattooed on his head
he doesn't know what he needs
so he keeps on walking
into a distance seemingly so far ahead
nameless, aimlessly searching
for a metal band that'll green his veins
though he'd seen a number of shades
they're not enough to save a few dying dreams
he's trying to outrun time
with nothing in him but rhymes
often times it's upsetting
as he grasps the strings desperately
maybe he's hallucinating that road he's on
or is it the empty hangover
steep cliffs dawn, in his heart so thoroughly
so he goes back home and lays down
hoping to find himself tomorrow