In the clutches of envy, or judgement, or denial
With eyes turned outward at another life
Don’t hide when the inkwell turns up dry
But accept the death which comes to life
And lets you pass by this windowed world
Fly
Fly into the perfectly natural
Die
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 10:44 AM UTC
In the clutches of envy, or judgement, or denial
With eyes turned outward at another life
Don’t hide when the inkwell turns up dry
But accept the death which comes to life
And lets you pass by this windowed world
Fly
Fly into the perfectly natural
Die
