Why do I fail to accredit my own thoughts?
For you have told me certainty,
I assume,
I long for every final fragment of you're existence and place,
So I claim,
I know that I will fly,
Fly with the dread of suffocation,
Fly with the apprehension of regularity,
Someday soon,
No change,
But still I need, I need.
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 6:09 PM UTC
Why do I fail to accredit my own thoughts?
For you have told me certainty,
I assume,
I long for every final fragment of you're existence and place,
So I claim,
I know that I will fly,
Fly with the dread of suffocation,
Fly with the apprehension of regularity,
Someday soon,
No change,
But still I need, I need.