While in slower beating of the soul,
The quicker it's vessel seems to go
You begin to scrap for change to face the toll
The toll where eventually everyone must also slow
What should you do when the road splits at the seam?
When there appears to be the one dream without the will to get out of bed for?
You thank the thoughts that drew those yellow lines of metaphor.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC
While in slower beating of the soul,
The quicker it's vessel seems to go
You begin to scrap for change to face the toll
The toll where eventually everyone must also slow
What should you do when the road splits at the seam?
When there appears to be the one dream without the will to get out of bed for?
You thank the thoughts that drew those yellow lines of metaphor.
