Sep 2016
You look at the world
Through a plate of glass
Beneath your finger
Passing constantly.
I look at the world,
Gazing at you,
While you're gazing elsewhere,
Wasting precious minutes.
Through a plate of glass
Beneath your finger
Passing constantly.
I look at the world,
Gazing at you,
While you're gazing elsewhere,
Wasting precious minutes.
