There is a wind,
gently hoovering the sheers,
right under my seat,
up through my feet,
and right into my heart,
just to remind me to breath,
deeply in and out,
I'm a free man.
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 1:57 PM UTC
There is a wind,
gently hoovering the sheers,
right under my seat,
up through my feet,
and right into my heart,
just to remind me to breath,
deeply in and out,
I'm a free man.