Nov 2019
I hate that life is something to escape
Like we're all animals born in captivity
Itching to slip between the grooves of our skin
Wanting to go home, without knowing where home is
And trying our best
Our very best
To enjoy the temporary things
As we drift down but a small creek
Within time's vast infinity
Like we're all animals born in captivity
Itching to slip between the grooves of our skin
Wanting to go home, without knowing where home is
And trying our best
Our very best
To enjoy the temporary things
As we drift down but a small creek
Within time's vast infinity
The first two lines are from a conversation with a friend. The rest is, as they say...history.
