The exposure of the world through
my eyes is weak:
Visions of gardens
Silk flowers and twisted vines, I'm afraid,
Are no longer symbols of beauty
I cannot tell sadness from joy
My future is a broken compass.
I am free, but I have nowhere to go
I am in love, but with nothing in particular.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 5:57 PM UTC
The exposure of the world through
my eyes is weak:
Visions of gardens
Silk flowers and twisted vines, I'm afraid,
Are no longer symbols of beauty
I cannot tell sadness from joy
My future is a broken compass.
I am free, but I have nowhere to go
I am in love, but with nothing in particular.
