minds on a trip
loose fingers rip
passion from the heart
never was to start
need a patient hand to light
the fire
you ignite
you burn
oh you burn
but the smoke is seen for miles
journey inside soon riles
we all follow the smoke
white puffs of promise and hope
that we, too can ignite
and in turn we might
lose ourselves in the fog
and go up with the mountains
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 10:00 AM UTC
minds on a trip
loose fingers rip
passion from the heart
never was to start
need a patient hand to light
the fire
you ignite
you burn
oh you burn
but the smoke is seen for miles
journey inside soon riles
we all follow the smoke
white puffs of promise and hope
that we, too can ignite
and in turn we might
lose ourselves in the fog
and go up with the mountains