I see the water flow idly through the city
And I don't want to go home just yet
I feel the sun burn the day into my back
And I want to rest a little longer
I want to see a little more, and feel like I belong on earth
What a rare sentiment
I see the frayed feathers of lightened crows
And I wish I was one of their own
I see the old railway leading into nowhere
And I want to follow where it may lead
I want to lose myself there, and feel like I have found a home
What a naive wish
So for now I will just stay, sit while the sun's heat burns my skin
And hope that maybe, one day, it can warm my heart as well
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 5:04 PM UTC
I see the water flow idly through the city
And I don't want to go home just yet
I feel the sun burn the day into my back
And I want to rest a little longer
I want to see a little more, and feel like I belong on earth
What a rare sentiment
I see the frayed feathers of lightened crows
And I wish I was one of their own
I see the old railway leading into nowhere
And I want to follow where it may lead
I want to lose myself there, and feel like I have found a home
What a naive wish
So for now I will just stay, sit while the sun's heat burns my skin
And hope that maybe, one day, it can warm my heart as well
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