I stood facing the wind
Closing my eyes,
Picturing my worries being torn from me
In a stretch behind
Almost making a wing.
In my quest for some enlightenment
Or at least an epiphany long due,
I thought I heard some music,
A coded message from the skies
But then I realized it was my beeping machine
Beeping.
We have ran out of all the magic
(Or we have gotten used to it)!
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 1:37 PM UTC
I stood facing the wind
Closing my eyes,
Picturing my worries being torn from me
In a stretch behind
Almost making a wing.
In my quest for some enlightenment
Or at least an epiphany long due,
I thought I heard some music,
A coded message from the skies
But then I realized it was my beeping machine
Beeping.
We have ran out of all the magic
(Or we have gotten used to it)!
To give away everything
But my heart.
