To properly show you my journeys
I would have to take you back
Hop into my little car
And spin the wheels of time
My life is like a glass globe
That rolls fast along a concrete floor
All the bumps and rocks
Crack the states and memories
And I sleep with both eyes broken
All these things I've seen
Faces
And voices stuck deep within the
Winding, twisting caverns of my head
They parch my throat
And to quench this thirst
Rest?
Let me bend to you
One whisper
So that you may breathe
Similar breaths of knowing
And then...
...then you can tell me
"Keep going"
And you might realize
She just needs to stop
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 2:50 PM UTC
To properly show you my journeys
I would have to take you back
Hop into my little car
And spin the wheels of time
My life is like a glass globe
That rolls fast along a concrete floor
All the bumps and rocks
Crack the states and memories
And I sleep with both eyes broken
All these things I've seen
Faces
And voices stuck deep within the
Winding, twisting caverns of my head
They parch my throat
And to quench this thirst
Rest?
Let me bend to you
One whisper
So that you may breathe
Similar breaths of knowing
And then...
...then you can tell me
"Keep going"
And you might realize
She just needs to stop
