Sometimes my eyes
Are the skies
Of the desert
Dry as the lies
That they told us
Sandy brown
On the ground
Parched particles
Pointy patches
Of cactuses
Insects and mole rats
Little lizards that run fast
And you may ask
Where is the metaphor
Well, everything is a
Metaphor for everything else
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 3:24 PM UTC
Sometimes my eyes
Are the skies
Of the desert
Dry as the lies
That they told us
Sandy brown
On the ground
Parched particles
Pointy patches
Of cactuses
Insects and mole rats
Little lizards that run fast
And you may ask
Where is the metaphor
Well, everything is a
Metaphor for everything else
