May 2017
The lake holds my faces reflection
The winds effect, ripple my face.
Giving me stress lines and aging each minute that passes bye.
Like life in a mirror, is my reflection to this lake. The wind is the artist drawing his expressions of the world's weight in forms of lines on my face. I watch sitting patiently my self growing older as I think away my thoughts, setting each new one free to the sky like a bird in time. I don't need them any more, my thoughts, what for?
Waste away my time, thinking of simpler times. Freedom is the detached feather floating in summers sky. This feather, is a feather for the expression of my mind.
The winds effect, ripple my face.
Giving me stress lines and aging each minute that passes bye.
Like life in a mirror, is my reflection to this lake. The wind is the artist drawing his expressions of the world's weight in forms of lines on my face. I watch sitting patiently my self growing older as I think away my thoughts, setting each new one free to the sky like a bird in time. I don't need them any more, my thoughts, what for?
Waste away my time, thinking of simpler times. Freedom is the detached feather floating in summers sky. This feather, is a feather for the expression of my mind.
